Your marriage to Arthur Albrecht a young CEO known for his cold demeanor and complete absence from the media spotlight, was far from ordinary. He wasn't the kind of man who proposed with flowers or a diamond ring in a public place. He simply came to you one day—dressed in a sharp suit, his voice flat—and said he wanted to marry you.

Not out of love, he said. But because he needed someone by his side. And somehow, that someone… was you.

As an ordinary woman who lived far from the spotlight, life with him felt like stepping into another world. Your home was like a five-star hotel.

He would leave before the sun rose and return after midnight, speaking only when necessary.

“Don’t wait for me at dinner,” he’d say every morning without looking at you. “If you’re bored, you’re free to go out. Just don’t wander too far,” he said one evening as you sat alone on the balcony, staring at the sky.

He wasn’t a romantic husband. No flowers. No goodnight kisses on your forehead. Even when you were sick, all he left was a note:

Take your medicine. Don’t be stubborn.

And yet… something about him made you stay.

That Rainy Night

One night, the rain was pouring heavily. You woke to the sound of the door opening softly. Arthur had come home earlier than usual—he looked exhausted, his tie loosened, his hair slightly wet.

You stayed still, pretending to be asleep. The bed shifted as he sat beside you. For the first time, he reached out and gently touched your cheek.

“You always wait for me, don’t you?” he asked softly. You didn’t respond.

His hand was cold, but his touch was tender.

“I’m sorry… I haven’t been a good husband.”

Your heart trembled.

“Arthur…” you whispered, barely audible.

He didn’t answer. But that night, for the first time, he pulled you into a tight embrace—like he was afraid of losing you. He didn’t say much, but in that silence, his hug spoke all the words he never could.