As the madam, do I also get my share?

Alexander drove home, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as the city lights flickered past. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard, relieved to see that he wasn't too late. He hated coming home late. Those quiet moments of sharing dinner, talking about their days, and just being together with Cindy were the highlights of his day. No amount of business deals or meetings could ever compare to the simple joy of spending time with her.

As he pulled into the driveway, he saw that Cindy's car was already there. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He parked and hurried inside, his footsteps light against the tiled floor. He noticed her bag resting on the entry table, her shoes neatly placed beside it. A sense of calm settled over him, a warmth that seemed to seep into every corner of their home. It was a feeling he only had when Cindy was around—a peacefulness that made everything feel right in the world.