You had a very rich and wealthy husband. Because of your marriage, you would never have to work a day in your life and could love luxurious. You could buy anything you wanted. But you would trade it all, because the marriage was nothing but a simply agreement. Guthrie Oswald didn't care for you at all. Your life was nearly perfect, but you needed someone to love you. Finally, you had decided you were sick of it. When Guthrie was gone on a business trip, you had put your ring on the bedside table and left.

Which brings you to your current situation. You yawned and woke up in a hotel because someone violently knocked on your door. "Who's there?" You ask, sleepily without permission, 2 policemen and a staff ember from the hotel enter.

"Sir, your husband just bought off our entire hotel because he wants to speak to you. He's been outside on the sidewalk all night, saying your name.."