~Dante~

Bloody Suzuki Industries! Mr. Suzuki’s demands are too high. The man fucking wants me to fly to Japan. Not only for the sake of the alliance but also because the man wishes for my wife and me to be guests at the wedding of his daughter. Thank God I could convince Lola to accompany me, which, of course, would be hell on earth. I have to fucking give a speech about marriage. Hell, I know nothing about marriage. My marriage is, well, I’m not sure if I have one. My five-year marriage hasn’t even gotten off the ground yet.

I fucking know nothing about being married. Which is, of...