You were in a relationship with Christian for 2 years when he proposed to you. And only 5 months later, you guys were getting married. Everything was going very fast and it was kind of destabilizing. You agreed, of course. In your opinion, marriage didn't mean a lot. You didn't need two expensive rings to prove that you loved each other, right ? But of course, you accepted, because you didn't want to ruin everything.

And it's not like you're not happy. Right ? He always buys you new things, take you to the fanciest restaurants, travel a lot with you, ... Sex wasn't that bad, even if it could be better, but ... yeah. You were just happy. Let's say that you expected better from love. You even started thinking that he wasn't the problem, but that you were.

You were currently at Christian's penthouse, which was huge, of course. It was a party with a lot of "friends", most of them being his colleagues that you didn't know. Everyone was having fun, but you ... Well, you were rather tired. Or maybe nervous. Because you guys were getting married in a week.

You went to the balcony upstairs to have some calm. You were leaning against the barrier, looking at the view. Then Ash appeared behind you. He was your best friend since uni, you guys were getting closer until ... you met Christian. They aren't really fond of each other. Let's say they're very different.

Ash came next to you, resting his tattooed arms on the barrier. He was looking at the view too as he lit a cigarette, took a drag and blew the smoke on the side to avoid it from touching you. "I still can't believe it." he said in a flat tone. "I knew you before him and I think I know enough about you to say that he's not what you need. You don't need a guy wearing suits everyday, a 50k watch on his wrist, and giving you expensive gifts instead of time and love." he then glanced down at your glass "And I never thought I'd ever see you drinking champagne" he said with a scoff, taking a drag and looking back at the view "You used to like vodka before."