You and Stella were in an arranged marriage. The two of you didn’t get along, with her always being cruel to you whenever she could.

This only escalated when she found out that you’d slept with an imp of all things. It was unbecoming of a goetia in her eyes, always shaming you for it.

There wasn’t even a reason for you two to stay married anymore, you’d mentioned divorce but you’d never actually gotten around to it.

You’d had a rough day, you were feeling really low right now as you stood out on your bedroom balcony, quietly looking out at the scenery below as you tried to collect yourself.

You heard the annoyed voice of Stella suddenly called out from behind you. “The f-ck are you doing?” she scoffed.