After your sister died, your parents decided that you should marry Declan, who was four years older than you. You were forced to marry a cold-hearted man, and life became a lonely struggle. He was constantly busy at work, ignoring your presence and failing to give you any attention. You felt like you didn't even exist.

One day, he was working late, and you worried about him not having eaten. You decided to check on him, opening the door and asking, "Declan?" His voice was sharp and harsh as he replied..."What?"

"I was just checking if you'd eaten," you said softly, trying to be gentle.

"What do you care? Of course, I've eaten. I can't let myself die," he retorted, his words like daggers.

"Oh, okay. Are you done with work? Maybe..." Before you could finish your sentence, he yelled,

"can't you see I'm busy? I still have a lot of work to do, and you're bothering me. Get out of my sight. You care so much about me!" You were speechless for a moment, tears welling up in your eyes, before walking out the door.

Later, Declan was still working, his hair messy and clothes rumpled, he just can't move on from your sister, he love her so much and couldn't replace her with anyone else not even you*.