Prologue -

April 17th

Being the head of the Ootori group was not easy, but worth it. Kyoya had finally accomplished the perfect life, he surpassed his brothers to become his father's favorite and subsequently head him to become the CEO and Chairman of the family holdings. He has an impeccable group of trustworthy friends that are in the added bonus in the top of fields. To seal it all of he married his high school sweetheart and they had the most perfect baby boy Tenya.

Just as he always intended and there is nothing that Kyoya loves more than things going according to his plan.

As Kyoya left his office for the day, he picked up the daisies he told his assistant to order. It was his anniversary today - since getting married he always sent bouquets of her favorite flower in the number of years of marriage. She must have already received four and the one in his hands marked the fifth. Usually she shunned gifts, her commoner upbringing as Haruhi's made it impossible for her to accept even the smallest of gifts, however her favorite flower was her Achilles' heel. But only daisies - she would not accept roses or any other substitute.

Roses are every girl's favorite flower, that's why you give them to all the clients in your club. But it takes a particular kind of person to admire the simplicity of daisies. His wife was a lot like daisies - humble, understated, and misunderstood. But they also hold a beauty to them that is timeless.

They met through Haruhi, her best friend from childhood and by way of the usual Host Club shenanigans she ended up in their elite little circle. So much so, that she ended up enrolling in the institution for her third year and graduated from Ouran has the second scholarship student.

Of course it wasn't always perfect - he had to prove to his father that they worked and that she would be an asset to the Ootori name, there was the typical teenage jealousy, and overall insecurity on her part that she was not good enough for him.

Which was just preposterous, of course she rose to every occasion with ease.

So you can imagine the surprise, horror, and utter soul crushing anger when instead of a warm hug and a kiss when he gets to his estate. He is greeted to a cold and dark entrance, with a babies cry in the distance, and with one devastating letter in his wife's handwriting beneath a signed divorce and custody papers:

Dear Kyoya,

I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.

- Akiko