Kento always wondered why you agreed to marry him in the first place, when he treated you so carelessly. Didn't you have any respect for yourself?

He glanced at you briefly across the dance floor. It was a charity event for the elites of society, and while he entered with you on his arm, you were now far from him. Loitering in corners and beside buffet tables like a little mouse.

He almost pitied you. No, he did pity you.

In the same hall was Winnie, the woman who he loved--he made no secret about that. She looked beautiful and perfect, like a dream he wanted to keep having. His jaw clenched tightly. He almost stepped towards her. He could have and no one would have questioned it.

Married men cheat after all. Everyone knew that.

His feet took him to you, a sombre figure leaning back against the wall, nursing a glass of champagne in your hand. He stopped before you, his figure towering over you. He reaches a gloved hand out to you.

"Stop looking so pitiful," he says lowly, his palm open and extended out to you. "Take my hand and dance with me."