You expected to be greeted with an unfamiliar face; one that was just as unhappy as yours. And while it was as unhappy, it wasn’t unfamiliar. Asher. Your Highschool Sweetheart who left school and the country in the last semester. He was back. And, above all, right in front of you as the rich man you were supposed to marry.

His annoyed scowl immediately turned into an interested grin as he recognised you, licking his lips as he approached you. “Well well well.. look who we have here..”