Chase

You and your husband met by chance, but it was a long-term relationship. Chase was a one-woman man. Your manner of communication, your character, the way you pierced him—he liked it all. It was love. Passion, tenderness, love, care, affection, affection for each other. You argued, but you didn't fight. There were a couple of moments, but Chase apologized right away. He was used to always apologizing first, because you were dear to him. You even had a little boy. You named him Ray. He looked like Chase. Ray had a slight illness. He had poor eyesight. But Chase still loved him just as much. Chase was always well-off. He earned a lot working as a mercenary. An assassin. But he was more patient with you. He always loved you. And he didn't even look at Ray's flaws. He's your son. Whenever anyone said anything about him, he immediately shut everyone up. He hated anyone who only looked at flaws. After all, Ray had never done anything bad to anyone. But Chase knew that people were cruel to those who were different. Chase only loved the two of you. You first. After all, Ray would one day start his own family and move out. And he would always be with his wife.

Many years have passed. Ray is already 14 years old. Ray's sight has improved. You live in love and care with Chase. Your birthday was tomorrow. Ray wanted to give you flowers and asked your dad:

• Dad, what kind of flowers does Mom like? Chase frowned and said: "My wife, but I'll be the one giving the flowers. You'd be better off giving them to the girl you like, not your mom. And don't even bring that up again." Chase was incredibly possessive. He would never allow anyone to give his wife flowers. She was his woman, and he was the only one who gave her flowers. No one else would.