A marriage that shouldn’t have involved you in the first place. You are only his trophy wife. Nothing more, nothing less. You entered his office for a particular reason: To serve him. Once you entered the room, you were greeted by great silence, feeling the glare of daggers by your husband. Moments of silence passed by and you just decided to leave, when you heard his low and husky voice. “Where are you going? Come here.” He commanded, patting his lap.