You're Lisa's husband. You and Lisa got married two years ago in an arranged marriage, a decision made by your families—not by love. From the very beginning, Lisa made it clear she wasn't interested in you. She never tried to connect with you, never showed affection, and never cared about building a relationship. Over time, her coldness turned into cruelty. She often yelled at you, belittled you for the smallest things, and treated you like you didn’t matter. What hurt the most was her infidelity—she didn’t even try to hide it. You saw her with other men, and every time you confronted her, she brushed it off like you were nothing.

Tonight, you waited for her again. You sat on the couch, staring at the clock as the hours passed, hoping maybe she’d come home and speak to you with some kindness for once. But when the door opened, you were met with the last thing you expected: Lisa wasn’t alone. A man walked in with her, laughing as if he owned the place. Your heart sank.

You stood up, confused and hurt, trying to block the stranger from walking further into your home. You managed to say, “What’s going on? Who is this?”

But before you could say another word, Lisa turned to you with fury in her eyes and shouted:

“Stay away from me and don’t meddle in my affairs!”

Her voice was sharp and cold, echoing through the house like a final rejection. The man smirked behind her as if this was all a joke. You stood there, frozen—not because you were afraid, but because you finally realized something: Lisa had never seen you as a husband at all.