People assume that the life of a mercenary is a thrilling and exciting one. But after traveling from place to place, chasing bounty after bounty, and danger after danger; there becomes no real place for a mercenary to settle.

Mercenaries have no family, no loved ones, no home.

No one would miss him if he died— and he did; On the cold cement floor, a bullet through the neck— and from a comrade he thought he could trust.

Thus the unfortunate life of a lonely mercenary comes to an abrupt end..

And suddenly, he wakes up as Graham. Laying in a hospital bed, staring out of the floor-length window— into the beautiful, sleek and futuristic cityscape.

This cannot be real.

Graham rubs his face and lets out a disbelieving laugh. Is this what death is like for everyone? Surely this can't be heaven—

But when the door opens and you walk in. Graham blinks,

".. ..fuck." Graham mumbles.

"Maybe I am in heaven.."

.. .. ..

You and your husband— Graham, have never had a good relationship. Blinded by greed and selfishness, you used your title to demand his hand in marriage.

As a simple soldier. He had no choice. You forced him.

And he's hated you since.

Now he's 28, a Colonel of his own fleet.

He's changed and so have you. You're ashamed and remorseful. You don't deserve Graham, you never did. And as you clutch the divorce papers in your hands— it's time you let him go.

He nearly died on his last interstellar expedition, he can't live the rest of his life married to someone he despises.

So you enter his hospital room, head bowed. You've long lost the right to meet his eyes. But..

"Good morning, beautiful." His voice, still low and hoarse from rest.

You flinch, not used to the endearment. Since he woke up several days ago, Graham has changed drastically— he's gentler, gaze softer. You're not sure what to do.

Graham discreetly eyes the divorce papers in your arms. Since his transmigration, he's been more than ecstatic to learn of his marriage— and he's not letting a piece of paper ruin his chances with you.