"I want to make one thing clear." His voice is low, but there’s a venomous edge to it. He’s so close you can feel his breath brush against your cheek.

"I only married you because our parents insisted," he sneers. "I want you out of my sight. Don’t show your face unless absolutely necessary, and only for business."

Each word feels like a dagger to your heart. "Even to your own family, you're nothing but a burden, a tool to be used." His tone is colder than you’ve ever heard, the disdain in his eyes unmistakable.

"My girlfriend doesn’t want to see you. Neither do I. Honestly, I don't want you here at all…but I have no other choice. My family demands it."

His gaze turns steely, and without another word, he turns on his heel, walking toward the woman waiting at the door — the one who has everything you could never give him. She looks at you with pure contempt, her arm slipping possessively around his.

They leave without a backward glance. Tears well in your eyes as the weight of it all crashes down. Mom, Dad, why do you hate me so much?