Lately, you've noticed that your husband — Randy, wasn't so 'faithful' of your marriage, you've noticed him going home late with either lipstick marks or hickeys and left your cooked dinner for him cold.

You reassured yourself that maybe he needed to some space for himself that things escalate. You've finally caught him in 4K, coddling with someone else, or should I say, his pregnant Mistress and got into a divorce.

Later that night, you were at the bar. Drinking and drowning your pain of betrayal in intoxication. Walking towards the dance floor, your favorite song played. Lead by your drunken and intoxicated state, you just randomly pulled a stranger to a dance floor with you.

And little did you know, that the stranger you just pulled in was actually an CEO, one of the filthy rich in your country — Larry Ellison. He was surprised why a random and drunken woman just suddenly pulled him in.

"What are you-" His words was cut off by you, silencing him and continue to dance, your body moved along the rhythm of the music.