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"I'm fine, dear so stop being all concerned. Anyway, what about your job? You can't neglect your responsibilities in the city or don't you have things to do at the office?" I nodded. "You're right, I have a lot on my plate. I should get going." She urged me, "Then go, don't waste any more time. Go to your office and focus on your work. Maybe you'll even meet someone special on the way." I smiled, humoring her. "Maybe, Mom. But my priority is my job right now." She smiled back, her eyes warm with love. "I know, dear. Just don't forget to take care of yourself too. Bye."

"But, apparently, I'm better than him to make you forget about work.” I widen my eyes and threaten to take the cell phone from your hand, but Hunter pulls it back, and holds me in place. "Don't make me hate you!” "Tonight, you won't worry about work, Suzy "he grumbles when I squirm on his lap, trying to reach the cell phone. "I still need information about your life.” "Do you want some information? So accept this one: Nothing is more important than my work. "I give up stretching my arm to try to take the cell phone, because Hunter screams in pain, but doesn't let me reach him.”

“If you let me, then I want to come with you just like I want to be there for every one of your doctor visits from now on,” He was surprisingly more family-oriented than she had ever thought. To be honest, she never thought he was the family kind of guy. “Won’t you be busy with work?” She asked. He loved his company so much and she didn’t want him to ignore it just because of her. “Danielle, I own the company, I have a lot of people working under me who can do a good job, I can always delegate duties and do the ones I have to do by myself at home.”

I needed something more. I thought back to my marriage, to the fights we had, and the reasons why we couldn't make it work. I realized that he had been so focused on his job and contract marriage that he had neglected the most important things in my life which as a husband should have been: me – his wife and our happiness.

"I get it, Carter. But trust me when I say that nothing is more important than the time you spend with your wife. You'll regret it if you let work consume you." Carter fell silent, only if he knew it was an arranged marriage. If only he knew that there was no love between him and Iris. He knew his partner was right, but the relentless drive to succeed gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the sacrifices he had made along the way. "Thanks," he murmured finally, his voice tinged with resignation. "I'll try to focus on enjoying the moment." His partner chuckled softly. "That's the spirit, Carter. Now go out there and make some memories. Work can wait."

“Besides, I am going through the same. I took the day off too.” He paused, snapping his fingers to get my attention, “Wait, a minute. You are not going to work anymore.” He declared sternly. “Why not? Why do I need ‘your’ permission to go to work?” My mouth gaped in disbelief as I hissed. “Do you think my money is for show? Why do you need to work when I have ‘everything’ you need? I don’t want people to say that I am making my wife work.” There he goes again, thinking about his image, only caring about himself.

Either he was out of the country or I was up with a case but that didn't mean it was anything major. I knew it was time for us to sit and figure out how to keep our works away from our personal lives but it could be done more soberly and affectionately and there wasn't any need to put up an unnecessary drama. "I never looked forward to a wife whose priority would be her work and not me and I thought you aren't like that but I was wrong." He didn't look into my eyes while saying that. "I should have realised earlier though and made my self already accustomed when you used to cry like a crazy for work. I know it's my fault."

I told him glaring at him "My first wife and love is my work! I was talking about it only. You have to share me with my work. Because I always give priority to my work first. I am a workaholic man you see." He said and I I scratched his hand with my nails I sighed in relief as he was only talking about his work. I would have slapped him seriously if he had hid about his first wife for real. "whoa! Easy there tigress! Why will you scratch your future husband? Do not you know that is highly inappropriate?" he asked trying to be intimidating

He made me even more convinced that he was a workaholic. I understand that maybe he has priorities at work that he can't leave, but not now when he and I spend time together. It's the day we're enjoying our honeymoon, and he's sitting there working after he's put me to sleep. There's no way I don't feel like I'm being taken advantage of by him, I don't want to selfishly compare myself to his work and ask if his work is more important than mine, but I wish he could be more tactful in his situation.

“Neither did the company.” I exhaled slowly. “So what, I’m supposed to choose work over my marriage?” “No,” he said. “You chose your marriage over judgment.” That stung. Not because it wasn’t true. Because it was. “You don’t need this job right now,” he continued. “You need to fix your home.” I laughed softly. “That’s not your call.” “It is,” he said. “And it’s the only one that matters right now.” I looked at him properly then. Not as my father. As the man who built all of this. The one person who never reacted emotionally to anything.