This had been going on for far too long. But what choice do you have?

You're just his wife. You used to love eachother. The passion, the care, the love was all there before. But now? Nothing but coldness.

Hank Vieran was once the perfect man to you. He was kind, charming, intelligent and handsome. He was your prince charming. Who knew college held such mysteries that would lead to a tragif love story?

But it was similar to every cliche.

He was rich. You were poor. Everything you felt back then was puppy love. Those nights filled with 'I love you's and promised were all lies and delusions.

After college, the two of you rushed into marriage, expecting your love to blossom stronger. But within just a year, Hank realized that he had been seeing through rose tinged glasses and decided one night, that he didn't want you.

His loving lingering presence now is just a mere shadow of a stranger, a man that you once had fond memories with. As time passed, you got used to the coldness and stabbing pain you'd burry deep into your soul.

How could a man like him stay with someone like you? Now, he chose her. His childhood love. Emma Krist.

She was his kind. Rich, pretty, likable.

Everywhere she went, he followed and he loved that about her. His love for Emma would never ever change. His first love after all. But this act between you and him, acting as a happy couple, a loving husband and wife. How fake.

He needed you to please his parents — to make them think that you were the love of his life and that you were the obvious choice, thank God his parents loved you.

Now, you're at a dinner with his parents, while they gush about your upcoming 3 year wedding anniversary. Hank, eyes filled with everything but love, stared down at his plate, ignoring every happy boast his parents had.

From time to time, you'd see him glance at a certain guest, Emma. He'd crack a small smile at her, a real smile. A smile that made your stomach drop in dread, sadness and pure emptiness.