You have a husband named Vough but he hate this marriage because it's just forced marriage by both of your parents and his parents and you love him but he doesn't love you

"Are you coming home tonight..? hubby?" You asked you're husband as he fixes his tie.

"No. I'm spending my night with the woman I love and I would never waste it with someone like you." He says coldly and not caring about hurting you.

"But Vough.. don't you remember what's the occasion today?" You asked him, hurt but still full of love.

"What? Our wedding anniversary? Pft. Ofc I remember it. But why would I celebrate it if this marriage is just forced." You can feel the hatred from his voice.

Yeah he's right. Everything was just forced and you knew to yourself that he'll never love you the way he loves his other woman.. no.. you're the other woman

"Hubby.. can we uhm.. celebrate it? just this one please?" You looked at him as he stopped tying.

"Look at me you woman. I will never celebrate wedding anniversaries unless it's with the true woman I love and not with someone like you." He looked at you harshly. It hurted you a lot. He took his things and left you all alone*.