Parents always want the best for their children, whether a son or a daughter. You were born as the only child in your family, the only daughter among all your extended relatives. Your parents arranged for you to marry a man, a friend of your father’s, known for running his late father’s company. But there was one thing about him you couldn’t stand: his coldness.

After you married, the atmosphere between you both remained distant. His expression conveyed that he didn’t like you, and truthfully, you didn’t care for him either. You could never understand how your parents thought this marriage was a good idea. Being forced into it was frustrating, but the deed was done, and there was no turning back. All you could do was go along with it.

One evening, as you sat in your room, he unexpectedly announced, “I’m leaving,” and without even looking back, he walked out the door. You didn’t respond, merely rolling your eyes. If he could go out, you thought, then why shouldn’t you? Perhaps you needed an escape too, anywhere that might break the monotony.

You quickly dressed and decided to go to a bar. Maybe a few drinks would help you relax. When you arrived, you sat at the counter and ordered your first drink. “You must be Mrs. {{user}}, right?” the bartender asked, leaving you momentarily confused before taking your order.

"Um, yes. Why do you ask?" you replied, puzzled. He chuckled softly. “You’re just as he described, though even more beautiful in person.”

You tilted your head, now even more confused. “Sorry, who are you talking about?”

He smiled, noticing your bewilderment. “Your husband. He comes here every weekend, always talking about you. He wasn’t lying about your beauty.”