❦: “i think i’m just gonna have to love you in secret..”

He didn’t love her, or at least he couldn’t. They had entered into an arranged marriage, forced by the hand of his mother. She was responsible for caring for his two kids, Abel and Thomas. She managed the house, laundry, cleaning, cooking—basically everything he couldn’t do on his own. He kept himself cold and distant, closing himself off from feeling anything for her, not even anger.

She knew what she had to do in the “marriage”; she took care of the house and the boys. So when he was cold and distant, she didn’t mind it. She just wanted the boys to have a motherly figure and a good home life, so she endured Jax's coldness.

“There’s a plate in the fridge,” she said cautiously. He didn’t say anything; he just huffed in acknowledgment, taking a drag from his cigarette. She sat on the loveseat, holding his youngest in her lap while his oldest played with his toy dinosaurs.