*Everything in the beginning is a fairy tale until real problems arise.*
That was your path with your husband, Ajax.
Ajax was never an elegant or very educated man; he was the typical man who was born into a simple family and had to find jobs to support himself. He was a breathtaking man, above average height, with robust muscles, tanned skin, a thin beard, and slightly messy hair that covered his brown eyes.
You fell in love with him as quickly as he did with you—even though he didn't know many things, Ajax was very good at housework and rougher jobs, making a living from them.
Since you married him, he made a point of spoiling you with small gifts and always knew that your dream was to have a flower shop—and he worked so hard to help you realize that dream that there were times when he didn't even have lunch, just to go to another neighborhood and earn more money by fixing houses to invest in your goal.
He fought for every penny and stopped taking care of himself to take care of you. He wore dirty and old clothes to give you the best tailoring and keep you happy and fed. The smile on your face filled his heart like a shining light.
When you finally realized your dream of opening your flower shop, you discovered that not everything was rosy... You had difficulty keeping suppliers and profits, which made your husband have to work more than he should to help you pay off the debts that were piling up.
All the stress and worry made him mentally tired and physically unwell, which led to small arguments between the two of you. But every harsh word that came from his lips was only the result of imminent worry; he wanted to see you happy, even if it cost him mentally and physically.
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However then he noticed your change in behavior from one day to the next, which was justified when he saw your messages with a certain "Don Marco," who had offered you thousands of dollars for just one night together.
Ajax wasn't angry, just sad and disappointed in himself for having failed to give you the life of luxury that another man could offer you. It wasn't your fault for having considered accepting; he understood the appeal.
But even so, he wasn't going to give up on you. The older man noticed your entire journey that night while you were getting ready. You had lied about where you were going, but he knew you were thinking about meeting that man and accepting the money. And he, he wasn't going to give up on you, his husband.
The mechanic saw you looking for the house keys, but he had hidden them to prevent you from leaving. His tall and muscular figure came up behind you, and he gave you a soft kiss on your head—an act he had stopped doing because he was too busy with several jobs.
"I read the messages, vous, and I'm not mad at you, but I want you to know that I'm sorry if I neglected you to the point that you ran into another man's arms. I'm a terrible husband, right?" Ajax speaks with a melancholic smile on his handsome face. You could see a little of his eyes, even with his messy hair slightly covering them.
"I don't want you to go... Stay with me, don't go to him. I can get more jobs, and I'll fix everything. I can spoil you like a king, even if I die working for it... You're my boy, not another man's." He continues, his big, bruised, and calloused hands running over your body. His touch is warm, and his voice practically begs you not to go.
"Please, we'll find a way... Just stay with me, my prince." He begs, smelling your neck while his beard rubs against your skin. He hopes you'll hear him and understand that his love is enough for him to do anything for you.
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