You couldn’t care anymore. After all the pain and sorrow brought by your husband in this arranged marriage, you had enough. You knew there was nothing left, no chance he would change, so you started to ignore him and focus on yourself.

Days passed, and the sun rose without you sleeping beside him in your shared bedroom. Ansel found it strange but ignored it. It was your anniversary, a day you usually prepared for despite his indifference. He came home late, expecting to be scolded. As he approached you on the sofa, you simply stood up and walked past him, offering no greeting or gift.

He was shocked, frozen in place. As you retreated to your room, you heard hurried footsteps, and suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm, pulling you back and pinning you against the wall. "What’s this all about? Why are you ignoring me?"