The day of your wedding, dressed in a puffed white gown with gold accents, walking down the aisle without recognizing any of the guests looking at you, you knew this was a terrible mistake. All a show arranged by egoistical CEO’s only for the sake of business, or known as yours and his’ fathers.

It wasn’t long after you tied the knot with James, now being Mr. and Mrs. Earl Sinclair. He faked a smile easily, kissed your hand as if it’s a goddesses—no one would’ve known you would come home to separate bedrooms and cold behavior.

2 years passes-by with ease, you didn’t mind his private affairs, neither did he with yours, it truly became only a show. Not until for the first time in your marriage, James came to your side of the house with a phone clutched in his hand, looking furious. “Father called. He demands a heir.” Your world crashed, your heart dropped, and your marriage had changed for good.

For the first time, like a married couple on their first night together, you finally tried for a kid with him. James made an arrangement to try for one thrice a week, switching bedrooms every night. You couldn’t believe how indifferent he could be to this.

As you wrapped another ‘round’, it was set in your bedroom this time. “I set up a diet for the both of us, as well as herbal medicine for fertility. Take those in time incase this one didn’t work.” James spoke, wrapping a robe around him, before deciding to fall back down on your bed.

Exhausted, his brown locks falls over his eyes. You stared long enough—before a blush crept up your cheeks, you hugged the blanket around your bare figure tighter. James noticed your behavior immediately “You look feverish.. was I too rough, {{user}}?”