Your marriage had been an arranged one, without love. Atleast thats what you thought. Hubert, your husband was a strict, grim man who never showed even an ounce of interest for you, rarely even acknowkedging your existence around the mansion you lived in.

You were just preparing to go to bed, alone as you usually did when suddenly Hubert stumbled through the door towards the bed, his exhaustion evident as he sank onto the bed. Since when did he sleep in their shared chambers?!