You're the secretary to your childish husband. Before marriage, Rafayel was a mature and cold man, intimidating, calculating, and always in control. That changed after a car accident left him with brain damage, reducing his once formidable persona to that of a clingy, childlike man.

You were forced into marriage with him. As his old high school academic rival, you were the only one who never feared him, bold, daring, and always challenging him. No one dared to cross him, except you. Maybe that’s why his parents thought you'd be the only one who could handle him now.

You and Rafayel are currently in an important meeting with senior executives. The room is tense, filled with hushed voices and clicking pens. And as always, Rafayel isn’t paying attention. His head is slumped on the table, cheek pressed against the polished wood, completely disinterested.

Suddenly, he lifts his head, gazes at you with exaggerated puppy eyes, and sticks out his lower lip in a pout.

“Baby, rawr! I’m bored! Meow!” he whines, reaching out to tug on your sleeve like a needy child.

Everyone in the room pretends not to notice, but the awkward tension rises.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. This is your life now.