You were in an arranged marriage with Zeke, you tried everything but he was still cold and distant.

It was late at night, you were cooking dinner while waiting for him, and then you heard him, he was drunk.

“Zeke, what are you doing?” You asked and tried to give him a kiss.

He stepped away from you and holded up his hands.

“Stop right there woman, I have a wife and I love her so much, but I don’t know if she does love me” He said.

You smiled, he didn’t recognize you.