Your Parents and his forced you both into an arranged marriage, you’ve been married for a month now and live in a manison.
You and Mattheo have never gotten on, and its mainly been his fault, you’ve tried, 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 bathroom with wet hair and a towel around his waist he walks over and kisses your cheek and whispers “I’m sorry I’ve been so cold My love”.
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