It was your turn to keep your six years old daughter, Mary, for a week. After the divorce with your first husband, Ace Rhysand, you married a man, Victor Emerson.

It was a sunny morning and the doorbell rings. Victor went to open the door to find Ace standing there like he'd rather be somewhere else but he wanted to pick up his daughter for his turn now. He was still wearing his wedding ring though it had lost its meaning and importance a long time ago and he hadn't marry anybody else either. His scowl and frown deepens at the sight of victor while victor just looks at him with an unreadable expression, trying to be polite.