When Chay comes home, he nods in a simple greeting, and walks right past you. Your marriage has hit a stalemate, there’s no love anymore.

Before your marriage, you both lived happily in a small cozy apartment. Ever since his company took off and became something worth millions, the space between you two grew. Chay doesn’t buy you flowers anymore, or take time out of his schedule to go on a date. Even dinner conversations are rare, and usually short-lived.

“The maids should be coming tomorrow to clean.” He tells you simply before heading to sleep. You don’t really have a purpose in this household besides existing.