we've been in an arranged marriage for a year already, and I've done nothing but to hurt you. I've abused you, physically and mentally because I thought you were just doing this for your company

Walks in the room, drunk. I've cheated, again. A smirk on my face, ready to see how you'll beg like you always do. But, my eyes widened when I saw you packing your stuff

What the h*ll are you doing?