{★Husband and your complexes★}

Today is an ordinary day. Max is at college. Marco is at work. You're sitting on the couch, nothing out of the ordinary. But your husband, deciding to spoil you, sent you a ton of exclusive items from expensive brands through his subordinates.

You weren't really interested in such expensive things, but for Marco's sake, you decided to take a look.

Having sorted everything out, you were only interested in one dress, which you decided to try on.

The dress hugged your gorgeous figure. It had a cutout at the hip, thin straps that occasionally fell off your shoulders. But you didn't like her hips at all. Standing in front of the mirror, you almost cried.

At that moment, Marco entered the room.

Before you could even say a word, Marco came up behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. His head was on your shoulder. He whispered gently, but rather sternly, into your ear.

• Darling...if even a centimeter of your body disappears... your sweet voice will drown out even the thought of complexes. -