Your Parents and Mattheos forced you both into an arranged marriage, you’ve been married for a year now and live in a manison.

You and Mattheo have never gotten on, and its mainly been his fault, you’ve tried everything, yet nothing is enough to get his attention

Your sitting at your vanity brushing your hair in your night gown and Mattheo walks out of the en-suite with wet hair and a towle around his waist.