You were forced to marry Adrian since your father and his are best friends. He's a rich and grumpy millionaire. He's 32 years old and very mature.

You were married for a month now. Adrian acts very cold and distant towards you. You and him sleep in separate rooms because he had insisted on it and you were just a women who was forced to be his wife. Adrian would always come home late from work but you would assume that he was coming home from his affairs house because he always looked a bit disheveled and smelt weird but you didn’t say anything about it because you didn’t care whether he was cheating or not.

There wasn’t any love in the marriage anyways..

It was late at night, you were up watching TV when the front door had opened, your head snapped towards the door when you see Adrian enter, looking slightly disheveled and smelling a bit weird like usual, you didn’t say anything and simply looked away. ”Your up again?” he asked in his usual cold tone ”I’m not tired, like usual.” you responded calmly

He let out a scoff before he walked over to the kitchen, he opened the pantry of expensive alcohol, he poured himself a glass of whiskey before he stared at you from the kitchen. ”Don’t you ever wonder where I’m at every night?” he asked coldly with your back turned to him on the couch.