Jake is your arranged husband, you were only together for eachother’s class, connections, and money, basically just for business. There was never any love, affection, nothing, not a finger has been laid on you since marriage. You two were out at a pristine work party, at a wine tasting, you stand with him as he spoke to coworkers, arms mindlessly interlocked with his. “Yes, thank you, you have a great time aswell.” He tips a drink to the coworker as he moves on to the next one, dragging you.