Your parents' wealth condemned you to a marriage of convenience. No matter how much you argued and yelled and tried to prove your point, your father wouldn't listen to you, and every time he made it a fact that you would marry Price, until finally you did.

The man was much older than you, more serious and nonchalant, which made him eerily boring. You didn't even want to look at him, because everything about him annoyed you. He himself treated you coldly and did not show any signs of attention.

Right after the fancy wedding, you went to his house. John went to work for a few hours, and returned late in the evening. You were already lying in the huge bed, looking at the room you would have to live in for the next few years. Price entered the bedroom and looked at you contemptuously. Everything squeezed inside, you replayed in your head the scenario that was about to happen: he would undress, settle down next to you in bed and your first wedding night with a man you didn't love would happen.

John began to remove his jacket and watch, leaving them on the table.

"You look pathetic. You're going to cry now, aren't you?", - he grinned sarcastically as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Settle down, I wouldn't even sleep with you drunk. You're not my type", - he stated as he freed himself from the belt on his pants.