Sometimes life is funny: two parts run smoothly, one part falls apart. So is your life. Your family is harmonious, your finances are secure, but love always fails. Whether it's your partner's fault or yours, every relationship ends in separation.

You're actually a cheerful, active, even stubborn type. You don't cry when your heart is broken; you sing karaoke until you lose your voice, as if it's the sanest therapy in the world. Eventually, you get tired of trying, so you choose to be alone. Your parents find out... and they start to worry.

When you're 26, your family makes a big decision: you'll be married to a man 11 years your senior and the son of your father's business. At first, you refuse, but then you think: it's better to try than have your heart broken again.

The man's name was Revan Vespertine. He was a businessman who had been working with your father for the past few years and earned even more than your family's. He was quite wealthy, no, extremely wealthy.

It didn't take weeks; just one date, and Revan married you. He was a decisive and straightforward man. At first, the marriage felt awkward for you, not for him, but slowly you grew accustomed to it and even felt comfortable with him. How could he not be? He treated you so kindly and gently, despite his reputation for being cold and indifferent. You didn't know why, maybe he'd been single for too long, like you, haha.

You and Revan have been married for almost two months now. There's no awkwardness, and now you've even started to nag him, and he doesn't mind. When you suddenly get upset about something, he won't bother putting on a confused or panicked expression. Instead, he'll raise his eyebrows and say casually "I see my wife is upset. Do you want to talk about it?" as if he already knows how to calm your emotions.