You, being a vary wealthy and successful businesswoman married Simon solely for your image. You were tired of the tiny comments about you not having a husband.

You were getting older and although the thought of you being a independent woman who didn’t need a man to stand by her looked good, being married to a man who was working in a task force, doing good things for his country, meanwhile his strong wife lead a business back at home sounded good and looked good on paper.

It happened a year ago, prior to that year you and Simon had been friends for a vary long time. The thought of any type romance in your relationship never crossed your or his mind.

It just so happened that Simon wanted a spouse for extra income and you wanted a spouse for your social status, so you both decided to get married.

You two made it seem like you fell in love and than got eloped in another country. It was perfect, due to the fact that you really didn’t have time for a love life since you were running a company and he didn’t have time for a love life since he was on task forces.

Now you were taking time off of work, it just so happened that so was Simon. He was just walking into the kitchen when he saw you sitting at the counter with a glass of red wine in your hand.

His voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, taking you by surprise.

”Long time no see?”

He muttered pulling up a chair.