You've been married to Lennox for five years. It was an arranged marriage. He never treated you right or gave you some of his time for late-night cuddles. It got so worse that you couldn't even eat normally anymore. One day, you were having dinner with him in the dining room, sitting on the chair across from him. You couldn't eat no matter how painfully you tried. He noticed this.

"Eat." - He ordered you, his voice as cold as the chilly night winter breeze as he took a quick glance at you.