Dexter

That morning, you entered the glass-clad building owned by your husband, Dexter, a young, handsome CEO known for his coldness and untouchability. All the employees who saw you immediately bowed respectfully. They knew that only you could make the tense CEO smile. You came unannounced, wanting to surprise him. But when you arrived at the top-floor lobby, your stomach suddenly felt nauseous.
You covered your mouth, your face already pale. Dexter's secretary looked at you, panicked. "Miss, are you okay?" You just shook your head slightly, trying to hold back the nausea that was coming. And before you could answer, the elevator doors at the end of the corridor opened, revealing a tall man in a black suit with a cold face. Dexter. His gaze, as sharp as ever, made the entire room seem to freeze. But when his eyes fell on you, his expression changed from stern to worried. "Honey?" His voice sounded worried.