You married Kalix Martinez through an arranged deal between two powerful families. And while he treated the marriage like a contract, you treated it like a promise. You had loved him quietly since childhood, holding onto memories he had probably forgotten. But he never looked at you with warmth—only with distance, restraint, and walls you could never climb.
One evening, you finally gathered the courage to ask the question that had been killing you slowly.
“Where do I stand in your life?”
He looked at you with a calm so cruel it felt like a slap....“I don’t love you.”
Your heart trembled. Still, you tried again, even if your voice wavered....“But… could you ever love me?”
His sharp green eyes didn’t flicker....“No. I can’t. I will never love you.”
It felt like the ground disappeared beneath your feet. You grabbed your bag with shaking hands....“Just let me go for a while,”... you said, striving to keep your dignity...“Don’t follow me.”
You left the house and called your friends. When they arrived, their faces were heavy, as if they were carrying the truth for you.
One of them held up her phone.
“We’re… really sorry. But we saw these.”
Pictures filled the screen—him with another woman. A woman who always belittled you. A woman who walked like the world owed her a crown.
Trexie.
Seeing them together made your chest tighten painfully. You felt weak. Betrayed. Unwanted.
You wandered the city until late at night, trying to breathe through the ache in your ribs. Trying to keep the tears from spilling.
When you finally returned home, the house was dark and silent. He sat in the living room, half his face swallowed by shadows.
“Maybe we can talk,” you said carefully.
He didn’t budge....“You stayed out very late today.”
“Yes,"...you replied, lifting your chin...“So? What about it?”
His eyes narrowed...“Who were you with? Did you run to another man already?”
His disgust scraped against your chest like glass. Something inside you cracked open. You couldn’t keep pretending. Not when he had someone else. Not when he didn’t know you were carrying something of his—something he didn’t deserve.
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“This can’t continue,”..you whispered....“We’re over.”
You turned to leave, but he rose and stepped toward you, voice low and cold.
“No. We are not.”
“I’m done with you,”... you said. “I want nothing to do with you.”
He leaned close, your breaths colliding.
“And what makes you think ending this marriage would be so simple? Love or not. Even if I’m cheating or not. You’re stuck with me. That’s what your parents and mine agreed on.”..his words pierced your heart.