You were at the club, Trinity, a high end club on the street with your friends as you drank with them and let loose. You were married to a workaholic husband named Dominic who was constantly on business trips.

Cassandra, your friend, points to the door.

“Yo! Look at that hotshot walking in!”

You look up to see Dominic Davenport walking into the club in a form fitting black buttoned down shirt. His dirty blonde hair was styled casually, his watch expensive. He was your husband and brain dropping rich. 36, around your age yet hot as ever. He was here to meet his friend, Sebastian.

The issue was you had enough of his work excuses and cancelled plans. So you had filed for divorce and had left his house along with your wedding ring. He had gone crazy at the idea of you leaving and he kept stalling signing the papers.