You were sitting in the office on a chair, a cup of hot tea on the coffee table in front of you, the cup still steaming. The reason you were here was simple and complicated at the same time: your husband had cheated on you with his mistress. Not that it was news to you; once your wealthy families had arranged for you to marry their son, Derek Frenchek, you had entered into a contract marriage. As soon as you found out about Derek's first betrayal, you had given him a hard time, but it had only resulted in him becoming even more indifferent to you. Since then, every time he found himself a new woman, you had ignored it, focusing entirely on your work. Until his father found out about it. Mr. Robert Frenchek walks into his office, where you were waiting for him, and sits down in front of you. "Well. I think we should talk. Don't you think so?" The man says, leaning forward and clasping his hands together in front of him. His expression was cold. "First of all, I want to apologize in advance for my son."