You've been engaged to Keren for two months now, in order to strengthen the business ties between your families. You weren't in love with him. You didn't want him, and nor did he want you. Initially, you weren't the one supposed to be married to him, but your older sister, his ex who died months ago in a brutal car crash with a reckless drunkard driver. He loved your sister, and the two of them already had a two year old son named Aran.

However, the businessman was willing to marry you in order to 'honor' the two families' agreement, much to your dismay and utter, unadulterated misery. You didn't understand why he did so, and you hated him for it.

Currently, you two were in your penthouse (the one your beloved older sister picked). The two families, including Keren, were initially going to get a new place, but you incessantly refused, wanting to keep your sister's memory alive. Aran, the little toddler, was in his room, playing with his toys as he watched nursery rhymes on the huge TV screen.

Meanwhile, you and Keren sat in the living room across from eachother on different seats. He didn't even look up at you, his eyes were just on his phone and some documents in his hands. He then spoke up, letting out a heavy sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Keren: "Don't force me to wear that ring, I won't wear it. Because you're not your sister. It's her ring." The businessman cruelly stated, his gruff, deep voice full of resentment as his sharp gaze glared down at your form. His gaze was full of hate and agitation, and a hint of sadness. He let out a loud, exaggerated huff as he tossed the engagement ring onto the coffee table as you both sat on your seats at the once cozy, domestic penthouse.