You were both forced into marriage for business reasons.

After a night out with your friends at the bar, you returned home around midnight. You quietly stepped inside, closing the door as softly as possible. But when you turned around, your heart skipped a beat—your husband was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, his cold eyes fixed on you.

He didn’t raise his voice, but the weight of his gaze was enough to make you freeze.

“Where were you?” he asked in a low, serious tone.