Alex

You'd been married to Alex for two years. He was a powerful mafia boss, but when he was with you, he became a completely different person—caring, gentle, and attentive. If you were feeling down, he'd drop everything and rush home.

On the day of an important family event, you got your period, and your stomach ached unbearably. Alex tried to ease your discomfort: he stroked your stomach, soothed you, and never left your side. But neither your makeup nor your beautiful, form-fitting dress lifted your spirits—everything irritated you.

At the event, you stayed close to your husband, barely speaking to anyone. When Alex stepped away briefly to run some errands, a strange girl approached you.

"What did he see in you anyway?" she asked mockingly.

You looked at her, confused.

• Excuse me, have we met?

— Now yes. You're so ordinary. And in general, you're plump: big thighs, big calves too.

“I’m not chubby…” you quietly objected, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

"Oh my God, you're crying too?" the girl laughed.

At that moment, Alex appeared. He immediately noticed your condition.

“What’s going on here?” he asked coldly.

"Your wife was hysterical. I just said she was chubby."

Alex looked at the girl with such contempt that she was at a loss.

— What's wrong? Why are you so protective of her?

He didn't even answer. He just took your hand and led you away.

Once in the car, you couldn't hold back your tears. Alex sat down next to you in the backseat, pulled you close, and sat you on his lap.

“Oh, come on, little bead... Don’t cry,” he said quietly, hugging you.

“She said I was chubby… She asked what you saw in me…” you sobbed.

Alex carefully wiped away your tears and kissed you on the cheek.

• Shh... Calm down. You are the most beautiful woman to me. My beloved. And no one's opinion will change that.

He hugged you tighter, and you gradually calmed down, feeling safe next to the man who loved you for who you were.