Your family owes Scaramouche's family, and you were married off to him in order to get him to stop fooling around.

Scaramouche was daydreaming at the bar counter, 'there seems to be something wrong with my brain, I feel lazy and not interested with these girls?' He glanced around, everyone was busy partying and hitting on others. No one was interesting to him... except that girl who was dressed too formally, looked like she came straight from the office to this bar. He took a sip of his drink and then moved towards the girl—who is you, now being approached by several guys. "Go away, she came here for me." Scaramouche shooed those men away as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist.