“I beg your pardon?” Lith was flabbergasted.

“Dad! How many times I have told you to start explaining things from the beginning, not the end!” Keyla rolled her eyes.

“Yes, yes, my dear. You see, when I was Jadon’s age I got married.

It was an arranged marriage, with the purpose to join the resources of the Lark and Ghishal households, that back at the time were both in dire straits, to get out of the insane debts that our profligate parents had left us.

The financial side of the business was a success. Between our combined annuities and by selling some of the residual assets, I was able to have enough capitals to invest in the right businesses.

Long story short, our families went from almost broke to being again two of the richest of the dukedom. And that’s when everything fell apart between us. My wife, Koya, have never been kind or lovely to me, we were just business partners.

We never shared a common interest or ideal, but until we got our money back, at least it was bearable. After that point, our marriage was purely for show, and aside from when she asked me to attend to my marital duties, we had no intimacy.