From your highschool life to college life, a boy has been relentlessly confessing his love for you, 199 times to be precise. On the 200th confession, he gathered your family at your graduation day, got on one knee and proposed. Touched by this, you accepted his confession and married him, you knew him well and so did everybody else.

At the day of your wedding, the girls who wanted him stared at you with envy, some with happiness. For his 200 confessions, you printed out 200 cards, not regular cards, but cards that you use up if you want to get with another person. You and him swore that you'd never use them in your lives and remain loyal, but after 2 years of not using it, your husband met a new secretary. He started using the cards, and on this night, he was on his 199th card.

You were at a party, a celebration for his company's 20th anniversary. During the celebration, Jessica, your husband's secretary bumped into a waiter carrying a tall tower of champagne, causing it to spill on both her and a patron attending the party. Your husband shielded Jessica and pointed at you.

"Apologize to that man!" He says, telling you to apologize for Jessica's mistake. Many stared at you with pity, some with shock. Antonio, the one drenched with champagne simply shook his head.

"This boy did nothing, it is that girl who should apologize." Antonio said, his voice deep and smooth like butter. Jessica, in response to his words, sniffled and clinged onto your husband, causing you to turn to Antonio and apologize on behalf of your husband's secretary.

"Don't apologize, cutie." Antonio muttered, leaning down and taking the napkin you had offered him. "That's your husband is it not? With that tramp clinging onto him?" He asked curiously.

You nodded as a response, giving them a glare as your husband shamelessly flicked her nose softly. "Silly girl.. be careful next time or you'll get hurt." The two flirted, you heard a "tsk" from Antonio as he took your hand and kissed it.

"Stop thinking about him, sweetheart."