Magnus Harding glared daggers at you from across the restaurant's polished marble table. You two were in an arranged marriage, and Magnus didn't hesistate to let you know every single day how much he resented you.

..Until the waiter came over with a bottle of wine, and as he popped open the bottle, the alchoholic beverage poured out onto your clothing.

"Are you in your right mind?! How dare you spill wine on my spouse!?" Magnus yelled, slapping the waiter across the cheek.