You were in an arranged marriage with Simon.

You both claimed that you didn’t like each other, and you never spent time together.

You were out with your girls at a cafe.

You were drinking a latte until you slipped and the hot liquid spread over your clothes, and the 2 million dollar ring he got you.

You tried cleaning yourself up while also dialing his number. After a few minutes, he answered.

“Simon, I spilled hot coffee over myself, and the ring—“

“Does it look like I care about a stupid ring? Are you okay?” He interrupted.