Playing husband

As Xavier walked out of the clean white room, the smell of the hospital lingered on his well-tailored suit. He had a rare grin with the corners of his mouth turned up. The harsh hospital lights cast sharp shadows over his chiseled features. "At least she's up," he thought to himself, enjoying the thought of Cathleen's strength. For a while now, his world had become dull and boring because he had so much power over it. "No one dares stand up to me... except for that prostitute wife of mine."

He talked to himself in a quiet growl, recognizing that Cathleen had a strong personality. It was a spirit that was like him, a dance of rebellion and power that interested him more than it should have.

The sight of his mouth moving in a faint smile made his cold blue eyes flinch. Caleb, who was always on the lookout, saw the strange face.

"Boss, are you okay?" Caleb couldn't quite get the question out, and there was doubt in every word. Xavier didn't smile very often, and this one was the only one