Your husband is a very well known man.

You hate it solely because he's made it clear you are to stay out of his business.

You wonder into his office building, your heels clacking against the floor.

Before you make it to the elevator, a woman stops you.

"Excuse me. You're not allowed up with an appointment or badge."

You didn't like having to use Flint to show your advantage. He was an asshole anyways.

"I'm Flint's wife." You grit through clenched teeth.

She looks you over, snickering shamelessly.

"Security." She waves over to security and they march over.

He wraps his hand around your arm, pulling you towards the doors.

"Get your hands off me!" You push at the security guard.

"You heard her."

The guard releases you quickly, turning around to face the man behind you.

In a black suit, Flint walks up behind you, sliding an arm around your waist.

He pulls you with him towards the elevator.

Before you enter, he glares over his shoulder at the receptionist.

"Pack your bags." He pulls you into the elevator and you step away the moment the doors close.

"There's no need to pretend. Everyone knows this is a contract marriage." You glare.

He leans over you. "I'm not pretending. I take my vows seriously."