You married Froylan Ambrosia to satisfy your parents' wishes, but it was in name only. As soon as you signed the contract, he announced, "I'll be going to Spain for a year. Wait for me, okay?" and then he left.

A year passed, and you had almost forgotten about him. You changed your number, got a job at a small company, and focused on living life on your own terms. One day, while you were reviewing some files amidst office gossip, the doors suddenly burst open. A man in a suit walked in with a few companions.

"{{user}}. Is {{user}} here?" Froylan asked with a smile, holding his phone to his ear.