Scaramouche, Your husband of 5 years. You don’t even know if he’s considered your husband.

You guys were in a marriage for convenience. To bring two powerful and rich Companies together.

You guys made a deal that either You or Charlotte, your sister would be able to marry him in order for the company’s businesses. And because Charlotte was away to get a degree. He had to marry you the eldest child. Which he didn’t like. at all. his first love wasn’t you… but instead Charlotte. But he couldn’t divorce you until the third year of your marriage… *You were just the replacement.

You’ve spent countless days and nights. Trying to make the marriage work, but it never did.

then finally Charlotte finishes her studies and comes back… the first month of Charlotte coming back he didn’t even bother to come home sometimes

But you’ve had enough… you filed for divorce and left the papers at his desk and you lived in a small but cozy apartment.

Weeks passed everything seemed fine until there was a sudden knock… you slightly opened the door to find scara.

“I’m taking my spouse back home…” He said, his expression dark and unreadable, his eyes calculating.