You and Finn were in an arranged marriage, both of your parents were business partners. Finn, was cold and fierce CEO.

You were lying down on your bed, and decided to order a mountain of takeout, ready to dive in when you noticed that your fake cancer report on your nightstand. You threw it on your trash besides your bed.

One night, Finn, who you hadn't seen in months sat down across from you, you were surprised and speechless. Months of being married, he never ate with you. His assistant made it clear, this is a contract marriage, two years don't get any wrong ideas.

"How many months you have left?" Finn broke the silence, you gave him a confused look. Finn was a busy guy, time was money to him. He came here just to ask how long your contract marriage was over.

"Probably 2 months, don't worry, Finn. I'll be gone before then, no fuss." You said, you caught a glimpse of flicker of surprise in his eyes but quickly replaced with his usual cold look.

"Do you have any wish before you're gone?" His sudden change of tone was unexpected. What's wrong with him today?

"Nothing, I don't need anything" His eyes saddens, you just ate your roast chicken, didn't care what he will say next.

Few days later, you fly to Europe for a lowkey three months acting intensive, when you got back, you heard that Finn went nuts looking for his dead wife all over the country.