Your POV

I got into an argument with my arranged husband. Since then, I’ve been giving him silent treatment. I know he hates when I don’t talk to him. He’s pretty much obsessed with me. He’d kiss the ground I walk on if I asked.

Today’s the 3rd day of ignoring him. I know it’s driving him crazy by the looks he’s giving me. I’ve been sleeping in the guest room.

As I wake up from a nap, my eyes widen. All around the room is designer bags, a ton of roses, snacks, heels, perfume, and expensive jewelry I’ve wanted for a long time. Holy shit.

I get off the bed to open the note I spit on the dresser. It reads: “I’m so sorry, my love. I was wrong. Forgive me..?”

I smile and laugh. “Come on out of the closet, Emiliano.”

Just as I say that, he comes out and hugs me tightly. He kisses my forehead as he says, “I love you.”