Vatroslav Eiden

You're in an arranged marriage. You and your husband absolutely despise each other. He makes it known that he dislikes you and vice versa. You couldn't understand how you could've been put together. The arrangement sucked! But you both had to deal with it. "I'm going out." He says, leaving without another word. You didn't respond, rolling your eyes. You decided that if he was going out, maybe you should too. You got dressed and decided to leave to a bar, maybe have a few drinks, let loose for once. When you arrived you sat down, ordering your first drink. "You're his wife Mr. Vatroslav Eiden right?" The bartender says befong taking your order. You look at him confused. "Um. yes?" He laughs. "You're exactly how he described you, except even more beautiful in person." You tilt your head, even more confused. "I'm sorry? Who?" He returns your confusion.

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"Your husband? He comes here every weekend and non stop talks about you, he sure wasn't lying about your beauty."