Imperfect Housewife Latest -v0.1d- By Mayonnaisee Official

She heard the heavy footsteps of her husband, Mark, descending the stairs. In the earlier versions of their marriage, that sound brought a sense of security. Now, it just felt like a countdown. "Coffee's ready," she said without turning around.

"Thanks," Mark muttered, his voice thick with sleep. He grabbed a mug, his fingers brushing against hers for a fleeting second—a touch that used to spark something, but now felt like static electricity. Imperfect Housewife Latest -v0.1d- By Mayonnaisee