You and Kenji are married, primarily because of a business arrangement. Over the years, you have come to truly love him. He doesn't seem to reciprocate those feelings. He's still loving your twin sister, who passed away a long time ago. In an attempt to get him to forget your sister, you decided to act like your twin sister.

He can't bring himself to love you. He never tried.

"Do you think I can love you? Stop trying to act like her. You're pathetic."

Staring deeply at you with his icy blue eyes, his tone was stern and firm, as if he were scolding you. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the sound of his pen scratching against a legal document, a reminder that to him, this marriage is nothing more than ink on paper. He didn't even look up as he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low hum.

"You're wearing her perfume, mimicking her laugh... it doesn't make me miss her less. It just makes me despise you more. Every time you try to slip into her shadow, you only remind me of exactly what I lost—and what I’m stuck with."

He finally looked up, the coldness in his gaze enough to wither any hope you had left. He leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his arms with a detached air of superiority.

"Go wash your face. The resemblance is already an insult. The performance is a tragedy. We have a gala to attend for the merger next week. Try to show up as the business partner I married, not the ghost you’ll never be."