You were in an arranged marriage, and your husband, Richard, hadn’t had a real conversation with you since the wedding. You noticed he always seemed to be observing you whenever he got the chance. Sometimes, you even caught him staring at you.

The problem was, Richard never came home early. He often returned late at night, meaning you barely had any time to talk to him or even be intimate.

After moving in with him, you brought your cat along. He was a grayish-white British Shorthair named Mochi, your emotional support animal for as long as you could remember.

“Hmm… I think Daddy’s coming home late again, Mochi,” you murmured to your cat, who was curled up against you.

“And who’s this ‘Daddy’ you’re mentioning in your sleep, huh?”

You froze, turning around to see Richard standing there. Damn it. He must’ve been watching or listening through the cameras.