As soon as I opened the door, I came back in. The aroma of breakfast wafted into my senses.

“Breakfast is ready,” a familiar voice called out. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, she saw the owner of the voice. A tall young man in a suit took off a cream-colored apron with a cute cartoon pattern that didn't suit him at all. On the table was a breakfast the size of one person could eat. On the plate was a large croissant. Scrambled eggs with herbs, vegetable salad and yogurt with fruit

I can't help it. She walked in and inhaled the aroma of hot bread. “It looks delicious,” she exclaimed.

“Eat it all,” the young man laughed. before picking up the leather bag "I'm going to work."

The young woman followed her to the front of the house. Lift your head and wait for the other person to kiss you on the forehead. before waving at

“Go to work well.”

“See you this evening.” He went out and straddled his bicycle. He quickly turned around and gave a wide smile and waved before spinning off.

She looked until the other person turned and was out of sight. Then he walked back into the house. A wide smile still adorned his face.

Christine Westwood, a 29-year-old woman known as Kris, is the owner of a flower shop with the title of wife, which she acquired two months ago after marrying Brian Westwood. D. My boyfriend who I have been with for almost 10 years.

Being hungry, she decided not to take a shower and went straight to the dining table. One hand grabbed the phone and checked the messages. while his other hand grabbed a croissant and popped it into his mouth.

About half an hour had passed. The food disappeared completely into the stomach. She pulled her brown hair up into a simple bun. Picked up the cream-colored cartoon apron that Brian had left behind and wrapped it around his waist. On the wooden table were empty plates and glasses. Some ketchup stains are still visible. Otherwise, at first glance, you'd think it was a clean plate.

She picked up the stacked plates and bowls with ease. Grab the rag that was left on the counter and wipe it until the table is clean like new. before putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and pressing the start button

Doing housework is her little happiness. But there are machines that make it quite a bit more comfortable and save a lot of time.

A loud ticking sound came from the dryer. It is a sign that the cloth is ready to be stored. It was at the same time that the woman hung her clothes to dry on the edge of the sink.

She moved all the laundry into the basket she had picked up. The scent of the fabric softener and warm fabric made her want to curl up in the warmth. No wonder Brian volunteered for this role.

She subconsciously started humming her favorite song. Walking to her dressing room After putting away her clothes, she went into Brian's room.

The two of them had been sleeping in the same room for a long time. But they both agreed they wanted separate dressing rooms. For her, she thought it would give her her own space. And there was also an opportunity for her to dress up and surprise her husband.

It didn't take her long to pack up her clothes and head to Brian's room. Behind the white door was a small room. At the other end of the room is a large mirror. The brown curtains were pulled open. Let the sunlight shine fully inside. Next to the door was a high table. Next is a white cushion.

A large closet sits to the left. When she takes off her clothes Inside was filled with many different shirts and suits.

Brian is a company employee. Most of his clothes couldn't help but be monotonous. The other side of the tutu has colorful clothes. From black and white to bright colors like orange, green or blue. There are t-shirts, turtlenecks, and various types of pants. Outside of work, he is an incredible dresser.

You can call her a dream husband who can happily take you shopping. She pulled out the iron and ironed, folded, and put it away until she closed the closet door.

As she was about to leave the room Unintentionally, he walked and kicked the table next to the door so hard that tears flowed. Chris looked down at his feet. It hurt like my little finger was about to break, the most insane thing.

She waited until the pain subsided before she stood up before seeing the paper bag on the ground. Things inside spread out. There are many documents. The notebook that Brian often uses. She shoveled everything back into the bag. But his eyes fell on the last item. It was her favorite brand of white dress.

Or that Brian bought her a present? If that's the case, then she should continue to wait. When you think like that Chris then put the dress back in the bag. and walked out of the room to go to the bathroom

She took a shower and washed her hair until it was squeaky clean. Grab your favorite skirt and wear it. Put on makeup with some loose powder, peach blush, and finish with orange-scented lip balm.

After checking that everything is fine She grabbed a cloth bag and put her wallet, phone, charger cable, account book, and a few sheets of purchase documents. Lock the house and drive out.

Today was a normal day. She opened the shop, organized the shop, and received new flowers. There are customers coming here. Until the afternoon

The bell rang. A customer came into the store.

“Hello, what kind of flowers would you like?” she hurriedly said in a cheerful voice. Put down the document in your hand before looking up.

The customer was a young woman about her age. Blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The face is scattered. Light makeup makes you look bright and friendly. She wore an oversized t-shirt and light-colored jeans. Finish it off with sandals.

"Chris!"

“Tilda?” Chris called. “What are you doing?!”

Tilda is her childhood best friend. From time immemorial they were together until Tilda got married last year. The two therefore meet less often. But even then, they are still as close as ever.

“I miss you,” Tilda jumped up and hugged her. They both sat down. Chris went to put the bottle of iced tea on the table.

"Sorry, I don't have any good water."

“It's okay. Water like this is delicious.” After saying that, she laughed.

The pair spent the rest of the time chatting with each other for a bit before Tilda's expression turned serious.

“Chris,” the change in tone made Chris have to adjust to a more serious mode.

“What?”

“About Brian,” Tilda looked a little hesitant. I know that talking about my best friend's husband would make the atmosphere uncomfortable.

Chris smiled faintly and patted his friend on the shoulder, "Just say it, it doesn't matter."

heard that Tilda smiled sheepishly before speaking. “That was the other day. I came to town And then I ran into Brian.” She glanced at Chris slightly. I saw that she didn't mind so I continued. “Well, Brian can't see me. But I saw a woman come in and go shopping. If I remember correctly, I think it was Jenny.”

Jenny is Brian's secretary. Chris knows too well. To her, Brian shopping was nothing strange. Maybe it was Jenny who helped Brian choose that white shirt.

“I saw him go to a lot of stores, including cosmetics stores, clothing stores, and,” Tilda's voice softened. “An underwear shop too.”

“It's nothing,” Chris cut in, glancing at the clock, 5:00 p.m., just in time to close the shop. So she stood up. Gently brush all matters out of your head. It's better for Brian to tell you everything. Tilda also knows her friends well. Seeing his attitude, he stood up.

“I've been bothering you for a long time. See you later. I have business to attend to as well." They hugged each other goodbye and left. As for Chris, he walked over and turned over the sign in front of the store. and went back to collect everything Push the story you heard deep inside

She was locking the shop door when the phone rang. 'Husband'

"How is it going"

'I miss you so much' Brian's voice came through the phone. She could imagine Brian's face right now. He was probably trying to act like a pitiful puppy asking for something.

“What do you want?” she replied, chuckling.

'Oh, it's nothing.' He paused for a moment before speaking softly. 'I'll be back late this evening. A friend from work took me out to eat.'

“Come on, go eat and have fun. But take care of yourself,” Chris said as he walked out of the car. Put your phone into speaker mode.

'Thank you. I'm going, I love you.' After saying goodbye for a while, I hung up.

Even though Tilda wanted to tell her well, But she knew Brian well. A grumpy puppy like that would definitely not hurt her.

My favorite pasta alfredo is easily spooned onto a plate. Chris poured himself a glass of white wine to reward himself for his hard work. Grate the Parmesan cheese and sprinkle generously on top to finish.

She sat down and was about to start eating. The phone rang. Brian called? Not thinking much, I pressed to answer the phone.

“What is it?” she asked, rolling up the pasta with a fork and putting it in her mouth.

There is no sound from the other end of the phone. There was only a muffled sound. "Brian?" There was still no answer. "Hello." It seemed like he had accidentally pressed it. She was about to hang up the phone when she heard something.

'It's perfect for Brian,' a woman's voice floated over. The hand that was about to put it down suddenly stopped. 'I'm not as beautiful as you.' This man's voice was impossible to recognize as Brian.

'Do you like it?'

'Um, I believe you.' The two continued to chatter. Chris, on the other hand, froze. I feel tight in my chest, my brain is white, I don't know when I put down the phone with my hand. The mouth can no longer taste the food.

A picture popped up in his head of Brian with another woman. My heart suddenly hurts.

Part of her believed in Brian. I want to hear everything from him himself. If there was another moment, I couldn't help but be afraid.

If it happens... Chris didn't dare to think further. He grabbed the white wine near him and downed it all in one go.

Many hours have passed. The sky turned pitch black The lights in the house were turned off. There was only one light in the kitchen that was left on. Empty wine bottles lay scattered on the table. The tall wine glass was still full of liquor. The owner of the glass was folded on the table. Both eyes were closed, unable to hear anything outside of it any longer.

The door of the house slowly opened. A man in a neat suit walked in. The slender blue eyes sparkled brightly. indicating that he still has clear consciousness His blonde hair is still as neat as when he left. The door closed softly.

The sound of shoes hitting the floor rhythmically before stopping.

He placed the leather bag on the kitchen counter. He bent down and took off his shoes and placed them not far away. He walked over and picked up the shawl that had been left on the sofa and gently wrapped it on the girl. As for himself, he began to bend down to pick up the wine bottles and glasses.

When the house has returned He sat down and pulled out a plate of pasta that had been left cold in front of him before starting to eat it. Without a doubt, it was both cold and greasy. But even so, he ate it all.

“Huh,” a soft moan sounded. Chris' face fell like that of a child who didn't get what he wanted. Looks both funny and cute at the same time. He hurriedly placed the dishes in the dishwasher before walking over and spooning his wife up.

“Brian”, although she was unconscious, she was sure that the person in front of her was Brian. But then she had to wrinkle her nose.

"How is it going"

"Did you drink alcohol? It stinks."

The other party didn't answer, just tightened his grip on the person in his arms before walking towards the bedroom.

Chris started to struggle and grabbed the young man's arm tightly. “No, no, no, Brian is mean.”

Even though he didn't quite understand what it meant, he couldn't help but moan, "I'm not going anywhere. Let me change my shirt first."

The first image Chris saw was a disheveled young man with blond hair. The shirt was crumpled, the top three buttons undone. He looked like he was so tired that he didn't take a shower.

It took a long time to look at the other person's face fully. A high, ridged nose, sharp lips and jaw line make the face look more fierce.

She raised her hand to remove the hair that was covering the other person's face. A sad feeling appeared in his heart. She remembers everything. At least everything before she was drunk and clueless.

“Why are you crying?” A voice suddenly sounded. Startling her out of her reverie. So he saw the other party staring at her with clear blue eyes. She raised her hand to wipe her face and realized that she was crying.

“Oh, you must be yawning,” she said, pushing herself up into a sitting position. If there is anything, we should talk directly. She pursed her lips and gathered her courage.

Brian is no fool. Seeing the other person's expression, he sat up. His face became more serious.

“Brian,” after taking a deep breath. She called and started talking. “Yesterday Tilda came to see me at the store. Come and tell me I saw you shopping with Jenny,” he said quickly, holding his breath before looking back up at the other person. But only the eyelids were visible. Brian smiled sadly.

“Brian,” she called softly. Trying hard to keep your voice from shaking and not letting the tears flow. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

The other person lowered his head. There was a loud sigh. Silence filled the room. Every second is very long. Brian slowly stood up. and walked out of the room

The heart fell into the corner of the eye. Brian was her everything. It's half your life. He is the person she most trusts in who will never betray her. Even though everyone said it was a stupid move, she had always been that confident. This world of yours is whether hot or cold, wind or rain. It was always so beautiful and bright when she was with him. And now the whole world is slowly collapsing.

Shoulders that were once straight were now slumped. Tears that I tried to hold back flowed out. And once it started, it didn't stop easily. In that second, she felt a hug from behind.

“I'm sorry.” A white envelope was placed on her lap. The other party still hugged her like that and didn't let go.

white envelope The front of the envelope was blank. It hadn't even been sealed. She slowly pulled out the letter inside. It was just one short piece of text.

To Chris

Chris, I'm sorry, I was too scared to tell you myself that I decided to write instead. I'm sorry for making you sad. It's all my fault. Even though I told you that I would never make you sad, I'm not good at speaking, and I'm not good at writing. I just want to say that I love you the most.

And even if you decide to leave I will always be behind you. I'll wait for you at the same place.

This is what I have to tell you.

I'm not a man

The last part of the letter was very irritating. Many hands that were originally not very pretty have become almost illegible. The fear he had been carrying disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Even though I'm shocked But there is more to happiness. Brian is still the Brian you know. He is a talented person who can be relied upon. But at a time like this, they need someone to protect them like any other person. It was so cute that she couldn't stop smiling.

She remained silent for so long that the other party became agitated instead.

“Chris, please don't leave me.” His voice was soft and muffled. Mr. Bryan has now become a boy, no, a girl.

Even though I want to tease you a little more But from the looks of it, he must be really scared. She turned around and pulled the other person away. Brian hardly dared to meet her eyes. When she pulled him away, he stood perfectly still.

“Look at me.”

Slow and brave He slowly raised his head to look. As soon as the girl's eyes met, he grabbed her and hugged her tightly.

            “You’re mine, and will forever be mine”

Brian told her everything. It turned out that the woman's voice was Jenny who was the first to greet Brian on this matter. From then on, I always came to help.

Of course, he didn't dare tell her because he was afraid she would leave him. So it turned out to be doing everything secretly and hiding all this time.

Brian took her hand and walked her to the closet. He opened it and took out a large wooden box.

“Open it and look.”

Inside has everything. From cosmetics decorations And quite a few sets of clothes. Including that white dress.

“Don't tell me,” Chris exclaimed, picking up the dress.

“Um, it's me.” After saying that he blushed and quickly walked out of the room. “Please take care of yourself. I'm going to prepare breakfast.”

“Wait a minute, I like this dress, let me wear it,” Chris shouted after him. I heard the answer and couldn't help but smile. Imagining Bairaan wearing a skirt will make you feel a little ticklish. But it looks cute.

She carefully put everything into boxes. If you have free time, you have to find time to iron and put it in the closet. Finished concentrating on myself, I hurriedly followed my husband, oh my wife, and went out.

Long blonde hair mixed with wavy brown hair, unlike the two owners, lay so close to each other that there was almost no space.

Chris slowly opened his eyes from the sunlight shining in his eyes. The first thing you see is the smooth white back. Both broad and subtle at the same time. She couldn't help but bury her face in the other's neck.

“Are you awake yet?”

“Huh,” the other party moaned in response quietly.

"Wake up," Chris said mischievously. before reaching out to kiss the other cheek Waking up to see the person next to her every morning always put her in a good mood, even though it had happened repeatedly for many years.

"I'm awake," Brian replied with a shaky voice. He looked like he didn't want to wake up, but he still gave up grudgingly.

Chris watched as the other person rubbed his eyes and turned away from the sun to face her. Even though the overall facial structure looks a bit strange because of hormones and longer hair. But those same blue eyes still reflected her image. That ensures that no matter how much the other party changes, But the hands that are held together will never let go.

“Let me ask,” Chris said, tucking himself in front of the larger man.

"that"

"Don't you like men?"

“Huh? If you like me, will you be my man?”

“Maybe not.”

“And you? Don't you like men anymore?"

“I like it,” Chris replied, laughing when he saw the pout on his face. “If you were a man I like men too. But when she is a woman I also like women No matter who you are, the person I love is you.” I said it myself, embarrassed. turning to escape “Go eat me...”

Before he could finish his sentence he was pulled over and thrown back again.

“Aren't you listening to my answer?” even though you knew the other party was trying to tease you. But even then, when I heard another person's low voice next to my ear, I couldn't help but feel my face heat up.

"I don't want to know," she answered quickly.

Brian pulled her up and kissed her cheek from behind quickly before quickly whispering in her ear, “Same.”