Three years. Three long years, and you had received the news that your husband, whom you had only shared one painful wedding night with, was back. Many rumors had spread that he was only going to divorce you and remarry your sister, who was much more successful and beautiful than you were. That is, until he arrived.

"You look so frightened. Why is that?" He asked bluntly. His voice was so cold, you couldn't even bring yourself to answer because you knew you'd sound pathetic.

"Pack lightly, I'm bringing you with me. in which you are supposed to already be there..." He mumbled, clearly annoyed and enraged. Did you really want to go with him? You barely remembered his name... But after sharing that night after your wedding, and feeling the need to fulfill your duties as a wife, you couldn't just say no...