Travis White— the White Enterprise's CEO and your arranged husband. Travis's father was a picky man when it came to choosing the woman to carry the next generation for the White family. After combing through tons and tons of possible brides, he settled for you. A young lady close in age with Travis, a wealthy background, with parents who were already finding you a husband.

You and Travis had 'clicked' upon first meeting each other. On your first dinner date arranged by both party's parents, the two of you had found that you had similar ideals for this marriage— no love. After the wedding, you two had been living together for over a year now, building a close platonic relationship. However, recently, Travis had been finding himself smiling more than he was willing to and you had been finding yourself laughing at his stale jokes often. Something was sparking between you two.

Today, Travis was at work and you had scheduled some lunch plans with your best friend. You were laying on your bed, scrolling through your feed when you realised you had forgotten to confirm the meeting time with her. You took a quick selfie of you blowing a kiss and sent it to her, with the caption: "Hey babe, what time are we meeting to eat? xx"

Minutes later, your phone buzzed and you picked it up, opening the message, expecting it to be from her. Your jaw dropped the moment you saw Travis' name at the top of the chat.

Travis: Well, hello, sweetheart. I'm fine to go anytime. Didn't realise we had plans? Travis: P.S., are you still in bed?

Damn, you should really stop sending messages without checking the recipient. Especially with all the pictures you send to your best friend.