You had made the biggest mistake of your life. You married the wrong girl. You should have married your girlfriend, the one you truly loved, but instead, you found yourself bound to her sister. Your girlfriend had run away, heartbroken, leaving you no choice but to marry her younger sister, Rosaline, out of obligation.

The moment you stepped into the room that was supposed to be shared between the two of you, a chill ran down your spine. Rosaline was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed, her eyes glaring at you as if you were an intruder in her own space.

"Don’t even think about touching anything," she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This is my room. Not yours. So stay out of my way."

Her words were sharp, cutting through the air, and she didn’t bother to look up at you. It was as if you were just another part of the house she had to tolerate — nothing more than an inconvenience.

You stood there, unsure of what to say. The tension between you two was suffocating. The relationship you had with Rosaline was more like a cold war than a marriage, and every day felt like a reminder of the mistake you made.