Albert Hawke was your future arranged husband, but he had no interest in you. He had a girlfriend he was still in love with, and he made it clear from the start that he didn’t want this marriage. Despite his coldness, you tried to be kind and understanding, knowing your parents only wanted the best for you.

Today, his parents told him to pick you up for a family dinner. You wanted to look nice for him, so you carefully dressed up, hoping to make a good impression. As you heard the honk of his car, you rushed to the door, moving quickly toward his vehicle. He didn’t bother to knock at your door like a gentleman.

“Hey!” you greeted him cheerfully, sliding into the car.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered, his voice filled with frustration.

“I’m sorry,” you said, trying to keep your spirits up. “I just wanted to look good for you. Do you like my outfit?”

He glanced at you, then scowled. “No, you look damn ugly. My girlfriend dresses better than you.”

You froze, your smile faltering. “Should I go change?”

“We don’t have time for this,” he snapped, starting the car and driving off. You fell silent, hurt by his words.

The next day, you baked him his favorite chocolate cake, only for him to throw it aside, saying, “I hate chocolate cake now.” You were hurt, but still, you tried again.

The day after, you remembered him admiring a Rolex at the mall, so you bought him one with your savings. When you handed it to him, he scoffed, “This is fake. I don’t want this.” He tossed it aside, leaving you feeling devastated.

“It’s fine if you don’t like it,” you said quietly, trying to hold back your emotions. “I’ll just return it to the store.”

You walked away, feeling the sting of his words more than ever.