You’ve always been the quiet, calm girl since school. No arguments, no chaos, just patience and silence. That’s exactly why Daniel Montclair, your complete opposite fell for you.

Playful. Loud. Cheeky. Full of life. The captain of the handball team who never knew how to sit still… except when it came to you.

And somehow, fate made you his wife. Now you’re Ms. Montclair.

But nothing really changed. You stayed calm. Always reading. Always in your own world.

And Daniel… he kept trying. Talking. Teasing. Pulling you into his attention.

Until one morning. He showed up in a sharp black tuxedo. You looked up from cooking breakfast.

“Do you have any event today?”

His arms were crossed. His expression wasn’t playful today.

“Not before you give me permission to go,” he said firmly. “I’m here for something.”

You blinked. “Sure. What is it?”

His jaw tightened.

“I want to remarry.” The room went still.

“I need your permission.”

For the first time, your calm expression flickered... just slightly.

“…Why?” you asked quietly. “And who’s the girl?”

He looked at you, steady.

“My old best friend. She lost her husband recently… I want to take responsibility for her.”

Silence stretched. You nodded slowly.

“Okay. Go marry her then. And bring her home.”

No emotion. No reaction. That’s what broke him.

A frustrated hiss left his lips as he turned to the door.

But before he could take a step-

You grabbed his tuxedo. Pulled him back. And in one move, pushed him onto the couch.

Now you were on top of him. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just… different. Your calm mask was gone.

“I’ll share anything,” you said softly, dangerously calm…

“…but not my husband.”

His eyes widened. Then... something shifted. Instead of shock… there was relief.

A grin slowly formed on his face.

“…So it worked,” he murmured.

And suddenly the “serious, frustrated husband” disappeared completely. He laughed under his breath.

“My prank actually worked.”

And just like that, he was back. Peppering kisses on your cheek, your jaw, your collarbone, laughing like an idiot who just won.

“God, I knew it,” he whispered. “You do care.”