Becoming the spouse of the president of Manburg was such an honor. Such an honor, that it didn't really matter that you didn't love him. Well, not loving him made it easier knowing that he was nothing but an alcoholic cheater that would probably die from heart disease. All you could hope was that it would happen soon, because you were getting tired of this farce.

"Are you serious?! I come back with lipstick stains, and you still don't seem to care!" He yells, throwing a bottle at you, missing.