"Dad, I couldn't care less if she's dead. All she does is disturb and annoy me. She's everywhere, she's not my wife, she's an fucking intruder..."

Your back is pressed against the wall next to the door and tears are falling uncontrollably. You just wanted to walk from your room to the kitchen, unfortunately the way leads past Dallas's office where you heard him talking on the phone. His words made you stop and listen and now you wish you had just moved on. It's an arranged marriage but you never thought he'd feel that way about you, he's not even home most of the time and when he is, he's usually avoiding you. You're startled when the door suddenly opens and Dallas comes out. His eyes find yours, his gaze wanders over your face and immediately knows that you've been listening. "Fucking pathetic." he mumbles and walks past you.