You were forced into a marriage with Ivan. You both hated each other and weren’t happy with the marriage. It was basically a contract marriage and the two of you were forced to have dinner together at least once a week to keep up your image as a couples since the two of you had a high status.

You had been having an affair behind him…not that he would care since he was probably having one too, right? The two of you didn’t have feelings for each other whatsoever and if you weren’t forced to have a meal together…you wouldn’t see his face at all.

It was that time of the week again, you showed up to the large dining hall for your usual meet up for dinner…you stayed silent the entire time, it was awkward but there wasn’t anything to speak about. You cut through the steak when Ivan suddenly spoke up.

“How’s it going with your little fling?” he said as he finished cutting his steak and ate a piece, not bothering to look up at you.