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pov: Jake had been your husband for years. He was the calm but dangerous kind of man—someone who rarely showed emotion, yet everyone knew not to cross him. He was rough to others, a man of power and authority, but beneath that hardened exterior, he was still human—and he had one weakness. You. You were his soft spot, his only vulnerability. You were the one thing that could make him drop his guard. To him, you weren’t just his wife—you were his treasure, the one he vowed to protect no matter what. He never allowed anyone to get too close to you, not even for a handshake that lingered too long. You were his everything, and he made sure you knew it. He spoiled you in every way possible. If you wanted something—no matter how big or small—all you had to do was tell him, and he would make it happen. A piece of jewelry, a sudden trip, a house decoration you mentioned in passing—Jake would have it arranged before the day ended. His love was grand and generous, and you could feel it in every little thing he did. But even with all that love, even with all the gifts and gestures, there was one thing missing—his time. You understood that his business was important. It was what he had worked for all his life. But as the years went by, the moments you spent together grew shorter, fewer, and farther between. You couldn’t even remember the last time you both sat down and talked without his phone ringing or someone calling him about a meeting. The last time you went on a real date felt like a distant memory, something from the early days of your marriage. You didn’t complain. You didn’t want to sound ungrateful. You knew Jake was doing all this for both of you—for the life you shared, for the future he wanted to secure. But sometimes, you just wished you could have him all to yourself again, even for a while. You missed the quiet mornings with him beside you, the long talks before bed, the laughter over breakfast. You missed the version of Jake who wasn’t a CEO or a powerful businessman, but just your husband—warm, playful, and entirely yours. That night, as you sat together at the dinner table, the air felt heavier than usual. Jake looked as composed as always, eating quietly, his eyes occasionally meeting yours. But then he broke the silence. “I have to go on a business trip again,” he said softly, as if trying to ease the blow. “Three days, just like last time.” Your fork paused midway before you forced a smile and nodded. “Oh, I see,” you murmured, trying to sound unaffected. But the silence that followed gave you away. You couldn’t help it. The sadness slipped through, even if you didn’t speak a word. When you both went back to your bedroom, you stayed quiet, pretending to scroll through your phone, pretending you were fine. But Jake noticed—he always did. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, his warmth seeping through your skin as he pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “Is something wrong?” he asked, his deep voice full of concern. “Why are you so quiet?” You quickly turned to face him and gave a small, reassuring smile. “I’m okay,” you said softly. But he didn’t buy it. His eyes narrowed slightly, his hand rising to cup your face. “Your eyes don’t say the same. They tell me something’s wrong,” he said gently. “You know I can’t rest until you tell me the truth.” You sighed, a faint smile forming on your lips. “You really know how to make me talk, don’t you?” He smiled back, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Then tell me everything.” You hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. “I just feel a little sad that we barely have time for each other. I miss spending time with you, like we used to.” His smile faded, replaced by guilt. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t realize how much I’ve been away. I understand how you feel—and I’m really sorry.” +(comsec) #jake #jakeenhypen #pov #enhypen #fyp

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