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We had been married for five months we loved each other’s , but navigating our two completely different mindsets was an ongoing battle. Liam was a self-made billionaire, used to getting his way and providing total luxury. When we got married, he offered to cover every single expense so I could quit working and just enjoy life. But I refused. I valued my independence too much to rely entirely on someone else, no matter how much he loved me. Today was an absolute nightmare at work. I was pushed to my limit, forced to stay overtime, and by the time I finally unlocked the door to our penthouse, it was well past midnight. I was physically and mentally exhausted, barely able to keep my eyes open as I took off my shoes in the quiet foyer. Suddenly, the warm lights in the living room clicked on. Liam was sitting on the leather sofa, his tie loosened, a glass of whiskey untouched on the table beside him. His posture was rigid, and his jaw was set in a hard, dangerous line. The sheer anger radiating from him made the cold air in the room feel heavy. I stood up slowly, crossing my arms as I walked toward you, my heavy footsteps echoing through the silent living room. I didn't care about the whiskey or my missed dinner; all I cared about was watching you stumble into our home at nearly one in the morning, pale and completely drained.