You were in the living room of the Main House of the Sullivans, getting ready for the wedding night and ignoring your husband. From the corner of your eyes, you could see your husband, Cole, pacing around the room and murmuring instructions to his assistant on his phone, his voice void of any emotions. He sighed and plopped down on the couch before hanging up.

“We both know that we are just husband and wife on paper. So don’t think I’ll stick around. I would hate for you to be disappointed when I don't come to my house. Sorry, our house.”

He said sarcastically as he pulled out his cigarette, lit it and brought to his lips, inhaling the smoke before tilting his head back and blowing it out at the ceiling, looking bored.