Chan was your lover, or so he was supposed to be. He often put up a front in public, smothering you with 'love,' calling you sweet names, giving you the world, but behind closed doors, everything was different. He distanced himself from you, staying as far away as he possibly could, avoiding you like the plague. It was hard to deal with, but you couldn't exactly leave.

Chan was a wealthy man. You weren't as wealthy as he was but wealthy enough to lead a stable life. When your father partnered up with Chan's father, the CEO of the most famous company, you were required to marry him. It wasn't something you expected, but it also wasn't something you were against. You loved him, treated him like a husband, despite him cheating, going out drinking and partying all night, and over all not returning your love. You loved him.

It was around six pm, Chan was currently working on some papers and files that piled up the few days he didn't attend work. You were bored and wanted to spend time with him, maybe go out for a walk with him. So, you get up from the couch in the living room and head upstairs, pushing past the wooden door that kept you and him apart most of the time.

"I'm busy." His voice was cold, he didn't look up at you, never gave you a chance to even speak. It was like a default response. It was obvious he didn't love you.