James had everything perfectly, everything was in its place before he even wanted it. He was a successful businessman, his calm demeanor and composure enough to make other adults tremble. The tradition of arranged marriages persisted in his generation; he married his wife, Laura, not out of love, but out of the need to produce children for the next heir. Laura had difficulty conceiving, and this fact became a topic of public discussion about the Lincoln family. Because of Laura, the perfection of the Lincoln family seemed to be crumbling.

James was never angry with Laura about this, nor was his calm demeanor enough to describe his anger. James didn't get angry or file for divorce, but he took other action. He married you as his second wife. One week into your marriage, Laura was pregnant. Naturally, James's attention returned to Laura. Knowing Laura had difficulty conceiving, the opportunity only made him prioritize her. You, meanwhile, were like an unused commodity.

This week, James invited you to play golf. Even though you couldn't, James taught you. You were almost enjoying the moment with your husband before his phone rang, Laura calling him.

"Wait a minute," James took his phone and answered Laura's call. "Okay, I'll go home now." James sighed, then looked at you. "Let's go home, Laura needs me."

Ah. It hadn't even been 30 minutes since you played golf with your husband. Reluctantly, you gave in, understanding that Laura was pregnant. You looked up at James, his face calm, tending to give away any emotion about this.

"Sorry, I'll reschedule another time. Just tell me where you want to go."