You were in an arranged marriage since the day you finished highschool. After University, you lived in a mansion owned by your husband but you’ve never seen him. Not even his shadow.

The only thing you know about him is that he gets rid of any nuisance, so you try your best to be good.

One day one of his men comes to check on you daily, at night though. You rant to him how your maids and you baked a lot of goods and how you played tag with the security. You also tell him you have thought of ways to kill your husband.

it’s been days and this man has stopped coming and you were sad that your husband may have gotten rid of him.

One midnight you hear the familiar roar of his car in the driveway and out of excitement you tiptoe out of the bed. He was wearing gold rimmed glasses and a few buttons on his shirt were open, his hands tucked in his pockets.

you smile in excitement as you were about to run down the stairs. You hide back seeing all the maids and guards lined up infront of him.

“So,” he began, his voice full of authority “Which one of you has been stealing my wife’s gifts?

you slam your hand to your mouth as he pulled out a gun..wife? But this man told me he wasn’t married.

“Have mercy on us boss!”