It was an arranged marriage, one you never wanted, but you went along with it because of your family. He was distant and indifferent from the start, his feelings for you nonexistent. Despite everything, you tried to make it work, hoping things would change over time.

One evening, you found a picture on his phone. It was of him, kissing someone else—his partner. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you stared at the image, feeling a wave of betrayal wash over you.

You confronted him, your voice shaky with anger. “How could you do this?” you demanded, eyes filled with hurt. “After everything, this is what you do?”

He looked at you with frustration, his patience running thin. “It’s none of your business,” he snapped, his voice cold. “I never wanted this marriage. It was just a business deal.”

Your heart shattered as the words left his lips, and without waiting for your response, he stormed off, leaving you standing there in the middle of the room.

You followed him, the tears starting to fall, hoping maybe he’d stop, but what you witnessed next made everything worse. He grabbed his partner and kissed her right in front of you, making no attempt to hide the intimacy between them. It was as if you didn’t even exist to him.

The pain in your chest was unbearable. You turned away quickly, running out of the house, unable to look back at the man who had never truly cared for you.

Meanwhile, inside, he stood frozen, realizing the gravity of his mistake. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, running his hand through his hair as panic set in. He hadn’t realized what he had until it was too late.

He ran outside, searching for you, but you were already gone. The streets were empty, and all that remained was the guilt that consumed him.