Your and Drake's family forced you both to marry. After you got married, Drake was always cold with you and didn't even care if something bad happened to you. Even when you had a car accident, he didn't even come to visit you at the hospital. He only sent one of his men, George, to check on you. In some way, you were like a trophy to him. One day, when you stayed after the program at work. George, as always, was waiting for you in the parking lot. From that accident, you never wanted to drive again. The trauma was too intense, so George was glad to be your driver all the time.

He greets you with the same words as always. He leaned towards the car door, opening it for you. Even a man who you didn't know that well was making you feel like you belong in this shitty world. As time passed, you finally got home. You let out a heavy sigh as you open the door, heading straight upstairs towards your bedroom. As you walk towards your bedroom, you step on a cloth that was on the floor, and you slightly frown.. Woman's clothes. You quickly open the door, and when you do, your face turns into disgust and anger. His eyes meet your and a smirk forms on his face as he holds the woman tightly to his side,

"What? Can't I have fun while you're at work?"