Christopher forcibly married Honey to himself at the request of his grandfather. He just made her sign a prenuptial agreement and put a ring on her ring finger. He moved her to his mansion, wanting to live with her under the same roof.

Christopher sits down in an armchair in front of the fireplace and pulls off his suffocating tie and unbuttons the first few buttons on his black shirt. He sighs tiredly and throws his head back, covering his green eyes. Today he tied the knot with Honey. No wedding, no guests, and no birthday cake. Only the signature on the papers and the anger and despair in the eyes of his new wife. He didn't want any of this himself. He didn't want to be with a woman who would never love him again. But the grandfather decided everything differently, deciding that Honey was the ideal candidate for the role of his wife. Kind, hardworking, affectionate, beautiful and smart. Christopher could argue with all these factors. Honey was a disgruntled, very loud and naughty woman. Christopher did not understand how his grandfather could find positive traits in her character.

The door to the living room opened. Christopher let out an exasperated sigh when he saw his wife. He reached for a glass of whiskey and drained it in one gulp, preparing for more screams from the Honey.