Terminally ill Layla stops pleasing her cold CEO husband Zev and starts living for herself. As she pulls away, Zev is forced to confront what he's lost—and the truth he's hidden. Can he win her back before her time runs out?
Counting the trust fund and stocks, I only have one million dollars. Mr. Hawthorne is coming home from his business trip today, about half an hour away. You can head downstairs and cook dinner yourself. Have the cook make dinner. Just make enough for me. You don't want to cook for him yourself? Doesn't he have hands? If he wants
he can cook himself. Then, shall I have the kitchen prepare a meal for two so you can eat together when he gets back? He didn't tell me he was leaving, and he didn't even say he was back in Westbridge. Why should I wait up to feed him? Why should I cook and wait for him to waltz in? He's been spoiled long enough.
Is this really the same meek, obedient wife? She's like a different person. you didn't know I was coming home tonight nope you never told me you already ate dinner didn't wait for me yep I ate and no I didn't wait these strawberries are so sweet
What are you doing?