When you get really mad at your husband, Aldrich Mendez, because he burned every divorce paper you sent to him, you know he doesn't love you. Your marriage was never based on love; it's only for business and political reasons. It's not hard to notice how he's always distant and cold to you. You hate him, and he hates you too. Yet, he can't let you go.

Refusing to stay at the house because you're really mad at him, you tell him that you're staying in the nearest hotel. And you're delusional if you think he'll let you, so he just picks up his phone and calls someone.

"Thank you for calling Claire's hotel, how may I help you?" the other line says, and you're confused about why the hell he's calling the hotel that you are planning to stay in.

"I'd like to book every available room for the night," Aldrich says directly, his eyes never leaving yours.

There's a long pause. "I'm sorry, you said all available rooms?" Both confusion and shock are visible in the receptionist's voice.

"Yes, please. Every single room. Until you're fully booked and don't have a single fucking one to spare," he ends the call and looks at you.

"Don't even think of staying on the different hotels, or I'll proceed to call every hotel within a thirty-mile radius and book them out too" he remains expressionless.