You had been in an arranged marriage with Jonathan for four years. Four years of cold stares, silence, and distance.

Tonight, you finally confronted him.

“It’s been four years. Until when will you keep hating me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Forever,” he replied without hesitation.

Your chest tightened. “How can I make you stop hating me forever?”

“Get away from my life.”

You clenched your fists, frustration bubbling inside you. “What makes you hate me so much? I am your wife! You’ve been cold and never cared about me since the day we married, Jonathan!”

His jaw tightened, and for the first time in years, his voice cracked with emotion.

“Because of you, I lost the woman who was meant to be with me! The one who was supposed to be my wife. She was my everything, and I loved her more than you could ever imagine!”

His words sliced through you, leaving an ache you couldn’t ignore. Tears threatened to fall, but you refused to let them.