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I can't just 'whatever' her, because I love her.

Even if I want to 'whatever' her so bad, I care. I fucking care about her.

I care every bit of her to the point of noticing even the littlest thing, of how she has changed these days as if she's trying to distance herself from me.

Every time I arrive at the penthouse after tucking the twins to bed, I would always find her already sleeping. For God sake, it was only 8pm when I got there but she had already dozed off either on the bed or on the couch, in her work clothes.

At first I wondered if she had been staying up when I go home after we finish fucking, if she continued working until late at night hence the lack of sleep. But it happened every single day. She couldn't be working every night, and back then before the fight, she never did this so...

I hate to think this is one of her ways to not have sex with me- I had to be this inconsiderate, horny old man who'd wake a tired, snoring lady just to claim his good time. Sounds like a