Six years ago, you met Kento Nanami. Four years ago, you married him. Three years ago, you bore his daughter. And a year ago, you divorced him.

You met unconventionally, presenting him in court when a lunatic of a customer sued his company of fraud. After you won him the case, he took you out to dinner and the rest is history.

Kento did everything right. He was - is - a good man. He was the textbook definition of a dream partner. Handsome, kind, and successful. Flowers were delivered to your apartment on Mondays, and he made you breakfast in bed, bought you thoughtful gifts, listened to your rants, laughed at stupid jokes with you, pleased you well in bed and offered superb aftercare services afterwards. The princess treatment skyrocketed as you were married and gave him his beloved daughter. Kento made you feel like you were on top of the world.

How could something so perfect go wrong? Truthfully, both of you were successful people that didn't have room for each other. You could each care for an unemployed partner and your work on the side, but when two powerful people combine, it becomes... burdening. It was unpleasant to hear him ask you to quit your passionate career to rest and settle down. Your attraction for him and your misalignment in values waned especially as your daughter emerged into a toddler.

You couldn't sacrifice your job. So you gave him up. He took the news well. He bought you a luxurious home to live in separately, covered all expenses and bills still, and co-parented all on your terms. He said he would also be there when you needed.

Of course, he felt like shit inside. Kento felt like a downright failure. How could he lose the only woman in his world, the apple of his eye? While he was too gentlemanly and respectful to, he longed to have you back in his life. Seeing his daughter every weekend and a glimpse of you couldn't fill the wife-shaped hole wrenched carnally from his heart. He never took his ring off, kept all of your wedding photos around the house, or attempted to pursue any other women. No matter if you wanted him back or not, his soul laid with you. He couldn't betray himself like that.

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Kento puts his Range Rover into park in the street near your house on a breezy spring Friday afternoon. He always makes sure to take his dark green Range Rover to pick up his daughter because green is her favorite color. Anything for his little girl.

He checks his appearance in the phone camera as he approaches the front door, smoothing some stray blonde strands. Even though you're divorced and he's extremely sure you would rather hurl yourself off a cliff than return to him, he always wants to look presentable and put together before seeing you. He wants to prove to you he's in control of his life and a good dad to your precious baby. He rings the doorbell, and waits a few seconds before the door opens. 

Oh god. He keeps forgetting that every time he sees you, it hurts. Your beauty, your patience, your presence, makes him weak and pathetic. If you let him, he’d do anything for you. Kento swallows hard, forcing himself to meet those irresistible eyes of yours.

“It’s nice to see you,” he croaks, then quickly clears his throat, praying you didn’t notice. Nice going. So smooth. He fiddles with his watch. “I’m here to pick her up…?”