The marriage between you and Asher was never about love—it was about family ties, alliances, and promises whispered in boardrooms. On the day of your wedding, both of you stood side by side, strangers bound by vows that weren’t entirely your choice. But Asher had leaned in and whispered quietly, “Let’s at least try… let’s give this marriage a chance.”

For a while, things seemed possible. Dinners were less awkward, conversations grew warmer, and there were moments—small, fleeting moments—where you almost believed this could turn into something real. You were trying. He was, too. Or at least… he was, in the beginning.

But then there was Daisy—Asher’s best friend. She wasn’t a stranger; she was someone he had known long before you. And slowly, you began to notice the shift. The way his phone lit up with her name, the way his laughter came easier when she was around, the way he forgot promises made to you because she had called.

And little by little, the words he once said on your wedding day—about trying, about giving your marriage a chance—began to fade, replaced by a silence that hurt more than outright betrayal.