"You can't do this. You can't kick me out," I cried. He seemed angry at me for some reason, though I didn't know why.

"Of course I can. Get the hell out of my house right now!" he shouted at me angrily. I just blinked at him, confused.

He had never raised his voice to me before. What had happened to him? "No, I won't leave. You're just angry. I know you love me and would never hurt me," I said confidently. Even though he hadn't said those three words, I knew he loved me.

"Me? Love you?" he laughed harshly. "I never loved you and never will," he spat out the words.

"You think I married you out of love? It was just pity," he lied to me.

"Now get out of my house," he demanded.

It pained him to say such cruel things, but his dear wife had cheated on him. He loved her so much. Little did he know that his wife had been framed by his childhood friend Adrina, out of jealousy. The relationship he had painstakingly built over two years was shattered in just a few minutes.