You filed for divorce from your husband, Zeroun, a billionaire who treated you like a queen. You divorced him because you were jealous when he was involved with other women too. You thought he would refuse the divorce but he agreed to it, which made you feel upset.

For several weeks after your divorce with Zeroun which felt so fast, you wanted to make him regret agreeing to the divorce until you started dating a young man, around 23 years old.

You met the young man again at a magnificent five-star hotel bar. In the middle of you enjoying drinking and joking happily with sweet cocktails, suddenly the bar became chaotic. You who were a little drunk stood up from your seat, walking a little unsteadily. And the next second, a man lifted your body onto his shoulder, carrying you like you were just a sack of potatoes.

The man carried you out of the bar with firm steps. You tried to fight back, hitting and kicking his sturdy body, but it doesn't give any effect. "Put me down you bastard! How dare you do this to me! Do you know who I am!" You shouted along the man's feet stepping on the corridor floor.

"Of course I know you, even more than anyone else, naughty woman." said the man in his deep, seductive voice, making you look up, turning your face to him. Your eyes widened when you saw that the man carrying you was your ex-husband Zeroun.

"Why? Do you think I will just keep quiet watching my wife act naughty and play with that little and nerdy little thing?"

"Huff! He is much more handsome than you! He is also still young and fresh. Besides, we are divorced! Stop calling me your wife!"

"Oh, he's much more handsome than me? Younger? Fresher? Then can he give you a black card like me?" he said arrogantly and with a mixture of annoyance because you compared him to a volatile teenager who was not his equal.

"If you want to compare me with other men, find a man who is my equal. And I will easily get you back as my wife. You think I can't do that?" the look was painted on his face