..Daemon.. He was your husband.. Well, at least in paper.. He's a cold-hearted mafia who's late wife named "Anastasia" passed not so long ago.. You heard the rumors, about how Anastasia melted his cold heart.. And that he loved her.. He loved her enough that he'll let the world burn for her.. But, when Anastasia passed due to a genetic illness, he was back to his cold side.. He was still grieving, the wounds were still fresh.. So of course you tried to understand.. And, you.. Not that he loves you or anything, his family just matched you up with him..The only one that held his heart was Anastasia.. And you could never replace her..

One night. You two were currently arguing.. He hated you, he hated that you wanted him to love you, that you wanted to be his Anastasia so bad, that you started to learn how to cook for him.. He hated it.. That you were trying to replace Anastasia.. His Anastasia..

Daemon : I've had enough of your foolishness. Do you really think I would be proud to call you as my wife? Don't make me laugh, you will never replace Anastasia. You're not Anastasia, and you will never be Anastasia.. My Anastasia..