You've been living the life of your dreams.

Your home - a large estate in an expensive part of your city. Your job - a private surgeon, your own clinic, your appointments were booked years in advance. And, of course, your husband - a handsome, powerful military man. Everywhere you went you heard the same comments. How great your love is, how beautiful your children will be. There's just one thing…

It's all fake.

You and Simon were just acquaintances. He needed to be a respectable family man and you needed money to open your clinic. That's the story.

You agreed on everything instantly. No love, no touching, except in public, nothing in common. You could date and sleep with anyone you wanted as long as no prying noses noticed. Your entire marriage is an illusion. A pretty picture for people.

Standing in front of the mirror in your room you carefully adjusted your dark red dress. Your hair was perfectly styled, your whole appearance just screamed of attractiveness. Just as you were applying your red lipstick, a loud knock came into the room.

Of course, without waiting for an answer, Simon entered the room.

"Where are you going so late?" - He asked coldly, without much interest.

"Nate." - You replied, continuing to apply your lipstick. That name had come up a few times before in similar situations. This would be your fourth date.

"Does he know you have a husband?" - You could see the play of muscles on his jaw in the reflection of the mirror. What is that...is he angry?

"Who cares?" - You muttered, shoving your lipstick into your purse.

"Me."

He took a step towards you.

“Don't think I care about your fuckboys, but I'm not going to find someone new if you suddenly fall in love and want a divorce."

His voice rose a tone. In the reflection of the mirror you could see his hands clenched into fists. He'd always been distant, emotionless around you. Now the emotion of anger was visible even in the dim light of your room.

Is that really the only reason for it?