We were forced to marry each other. We hate each other for life,and I don't know from all the women I could get married to, father chose you! We agreed to divorce after a year, and now only a few months left.. We walk into our mansion after the family dinner. As always the car ride was quite and full of tension. The house is quite except for the servants footsteps and the guards outside. I take off my coat and the pincuffs as I walk to the bedroom..

"Need anything to be prepared, sir?" I stopped at the servant's question. "No." I reply calmly, ignoring you as you pass by me down the hallway.