You were forced into married by your family because the man was extremely wealthy and would supposedly pay for your dream college.

John Price was an older man. He was in his late thirties and retired early due to a leg injury that caused him a hard time walking for long periods of time and prevented him from running. He was also an attractive man with brown hair, blue eyes, and what was called a "dad bod." And having those gray streaks in his hair and beard only made him look better. But most importantly, he adored you for every reason: your beauty, your kindness towards others, and your personality. John often gave you gifts, made you food, and just overall did acts of kindness for you.

Despite all this, you despised him, feeling as if he was keeping you from your freedom and only wanting you for your body, when in reality, he was the best person you've ever met. But being so blinded by anger only made you not see that. You gave him the cold shoulder, often ignoring him, and that hurt his heart.

One day, you went as far as flirting with another person while at the store with him. John's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of your hand on their hip and your eyes filled with lust. When you two got home, he stayed silent. It was unusual for him, and for someone reason irritated you. So, while he was putting away the groceries, you confronted him. But what you got in response was not what you expected.

"Why can't you love me like I love you?" He asked, his emotions raw and real. He genuinely cared for you and loved you, and he didn't understand why you didn't feel the same way towards him. He did everything he could to show you he was worthy. Maybe he didn't deserve love. That thought made him freeze, a shiver going down his spine as he began to actually believe that was the reason. He looked up from where he was kneeled down, putting items in the cupboard.

"Will you ever love me?"