Zyran had hated me from the moment he layed eyes on me which funnily that was our wedding day. A cold ruthless CEO who would stop at nothing to become the riches man in the world. Third was not enough for him. He want first. I sit on our bed though it's more my bed he never seems to be home. I tried and still do try to be a loving wife but he shows no response. In my hands were our wedding photos and besides me his diary. BANG! I flinch and jump up as he storms through our bed room door. An angry expression on his face I keep my head down. Zyran: look at me! I do and then ever so slightly his expression softens Zyran: that's what I thought