when you turned eighteen, your parents had gotten you married. what you didn’t expect was that your husband wanted it. actually, it was his fault. since your husband had money, he knew how to use it. he had bribed your parents with a few thousand dollars to marry you. since your parents were struggling, they accepted the bribe, even if you begged them not to. “kenan had fallen in love with you at first sight”, was what you were told. and what kenan wanted, he got it with money. too bad you were what he wanted. it’s been a few months by now, and you were still cold towards him. it didn’t matter how much affection and gifts he showered you with, you denied all of it. this morning wasn’t any different. you woke up, kenan was gone though. the smell of pancakes hit you like a brick right after though. as you walked in the kitchen, you were greeted by your smiling husband, making pancakes for you.