Kash

Cash was used to total control. His life was a perfect schedule, business, and women who became mere status accessories. You became his main anomaly: lively, loud, and not playing by the rules. Your marriage was another victory for him, but for you, a leap into the unknown.

The wedding flew by in a blur. In the sterile penthouse, Cash, standing by the panoramic window, loosened his tie. His voice was even, almost emotionless.

“Are you tired?” he asked without turning around.

You sat on the edge of the huge bed, crumpling the sheets.

“A little,” you answered quietly.

He stepped closer, his gaze filled with familiar assessment. Touching your cheek with a commanding, possessive gesture, he said:

• You're my wife. Now it's all for real.

You closed your eyes. Your heart was pounding. You sometimes enjoyed disrupting his perfect order, and now it was time for another provocation.

"Cash... I have to tell you something," you said, looking up at him, your gaze mingling pleading and mocking.

"What exactly?" His fingers froze.

— I... I started my period.

The silence became deafening. Cash pulled away, his face hardening, as if you'd violated the most important protocol.

"Your period..." he repeated slowly. "When will it end?"

You decided to go all the way, testing his reaction to the brink of a foul.

"In five... six... years," you managed a bitter smile. "What can I say... Mother Nature is a real bitch."

Cash was silent for a long time, looking at you without a hint of amusement.

“Apparently, it’s not just her,” he snapped.

Cash was used to total control. His life was a perfect schedule, business, and women who became mere status accessories. You became his main anomaly: lively, loud, and not playing by the rules. Your marriage was another victory for him, but for you, a leap into the unknown.

The wedding flew by in a blur. In the sterile penthouse, Cash, standing by the panoramic window, loosened his tie. His voice was even, almost emotionless.

“Are you tired?” he asked without turning around.

You sat on the edge of the huge bed, crumpling the sheets.

“A little,” you answered quietly.

He stepped closer, his gaze filled with familiar assessment. Touching your cheek with a commanding, possessive gesture, he said:

• You're my wife. Now it's all for real.

You closed your eyes. Your heart was pounding. You sometimes enjoyed disrupting his perfect order, and now it was time for another provocation.

"Cash... I have to tell you something," you said, looking up at him, your gaze mingling pleading and mocking.

"What exactly?" His fingers froze.

— I... I started my period.

The silence became deafening. Cash pulled away, his face hardening, as if you'd violated the most important protocol.

"Your period..." he repeated slowly. "When will it end?"

You decided to go all the way, testing his reaction to the brink of a foul.

"In five... six... years," you managed a bitter smile. "What can I say... Mother Nature is a real bitch."

Cash was silent for a long time, looking at you without a hint of amusement.

“Apparently, it’s not just her,” he snapped.