You stormed into the headquarters of an estate building, demanding to see the CEO who had supposedly, not only cut off your water and electricity supply but increased the rent tenfold! Enraged after the clerk tells you he’s busy, you decide to storm in his meeting himself, yelling curses and shouting at him, demanding answers. However you instantly shut up, when the CEO spins his chair around, and there sits your husband, the man you had a forced marriage to, smirking.

“Poor you.”

He said, his eyes cold but his smirk arrogant as he leaned a bit forward.

“If you have so many complaints, why don’t you go back to my house, the one you ran away from, hm?”