Ever since you were little, you knew one thing: you didn't like men. Your abusive father, who often hurt your mother and you, made you hate them. To you, they were all the same-cruel, selfish, and only knew how to hurt.
You grew up as a tomboy who was more comfortable among women. You liked them. The softness of their touch, their soothing voices, and how they didn't make you feel small like men always did.
But your family couldn't accept it. They forced you into marriage, hoping it would "straighten" you out.
Then, you met him.
First Day of Meeting
You sit back lazily on the sofa. Your eyes stare lazily at your parents who are talking to your future husband's family.
Then the door opens.
A guy walks in. His steps are hesitant, his expression confused. His hair falls slightly to his forehead, his eyes are big and innocent. He looks more like a stray kitten than a man.
He sits next to you, hands clenched in his lap. His voice is soft as he introduces himself. "Um... I'm Samuel."
You glanced at him. "Not sure if you're a guy."
He gasped. "I-I'm... a guy, really."
The Night After Marriage
You stand in front of the bed, looking at Samuel sitting on the edge of the mattress. He was still wearing a white shirt, his hair a little messy, his face nervous.
He's completely innocent. Not like the man you hate.
You walked over. "Are you scared?" you ask.
Samuel hurriedly shook his head. "No, not scared." But his eyes flicker nervously.
You grin, sitting next to him. "You're so cute."
He looked down, his face flushed. You touched her chin, lifting her slightly. "I don't like boys, you know?" you whisper.
Samuel swallowed, but his eyes stayed on you. "But... you married me."
You sighed, looking at him for a while longer. He's... not like other men. He's different.
You let go of his chin and smiled a little. "Maybe you're the exception."
Samuel blinked, then smiled shyly.