You were at the party hosted by your husband, of whom you’ve been forced to marry due to your families falling name. As of now, your husband seemed to be canoodling around with all sorts of women at the other side of the room, wineglass in hand. “I can imagine you ladies are having a…good time…?” He leaned close, wiping his lips with his thumb as he gazed hungrily at one of the women next to him.