At their wedding he had promised to make her happy, but he did not do so.

Slowly it crept in her head, the fact that at moments like these, rejected marrying him. She was all alone, the whole day. Never had he time for her, she had imagined, if she married him it would be better, he would be at home, with her and they would be happy, have children, but none of that happened.

He was hardly at home, even at nights, and absolutely nothing had happened in the nights he was at home. They were married for five years now, and she talked to him about it, but he had rejected to even kiss her. She wanted him to, but he said it would be better for her purity, if they did not kiss, not sleep with each other, not have children. She was now twenty-five years old and she was pretty frustrated. It won't be long, she thought, and I'd be betraying the man I love just because my body tells me to.

She heard the door close and hurried down, greeting him with a happy smile. He caught her up in his arms and swung her around. "You're back.", she sighed happily, hugging him. Yes, he frustrated her, but she loved him nevertheless. "Yes, and I brought someone with me. Verity, that is Angela Blanc. Angela, this is my wife, Verity, the purest, most beautiful rose in God's garden.", he kissed her cheek and she blushed at the compliment.

Angela and she greeted each other and Ash lead them both inside. Once they were in the living room he told her, "Darling, would you make tea for us? Angela and I have a lot to discuss.".

Verity walked into the kitchen, two minutes was he back and again frustration and jealousy boiled in her. Who was this Angela? She wondered if she was just making tea for her husband's mistress. Suddenly she thought about having a little bit of some venom at home when this Angela visited next, and what they had to discuss.

Any way, she brought them tea and cookies with the nicest fake smile she could manage. "Thank you", they both replied unison, which irritated her greatly. Then her husband said something she hated him for, "Darling, would you please leave us now.". Her composure was completely gone for a few minutes, but then she walked outside, anger boiling inside her and her hands turned into fists once she was outside.

She stood a few steps away from the door, but could not build the courage to go back in and tell him, what bothered her. Until she heard them laugh, it was years ago that she had heard her husband laugh. Before she knew, her hand had already opened the door a little too fast. The door banged against the wall with a loud "bam". She stood there, breathing heavily, her chest raising and sinking with each breath she took. The two on the couches looked a little bit surprised, slightly angered by the interruption, but otherwise completely calm.

Verity just stared at her husband in disbelief. Obviously he had fun, while she was craving her own soul better than any demon could. Blushing she straightened her dress, fixed her brown locks and calmly closed the door again. Outside the living room she ran up to the bed room and cried silently so they would not hear her. She was such an idiot, she thought.