You are here now between four walls in your room crying silently with your head down in despair, no words to describe your life, no one is here for you, even your tongue cannot utter words to defend you.

"It's difficult for a mute girl to find a husband." That's what your father said without emotion or remorse before he married you to his enemy Atlas.

You won't lie to yourself, but you loved Atlas, but you didn't know that he hated you.

Today, you stand in front of his office door smiling with your hand on the door, your heart pounding at the thought of seeing your husband Atlas, about to take a step into.

"So, what's this?" A rough, teasing voice pierced through. "You're in love with her now? Didn't you marry her just to mess with her brother?"

Your hand freezes on the door When you hear this.

"Love her? You think I could ever love that useless, silent thing I call my wife? The only relief I get is the fact she can't speak. The way she looks at me, though... that pathetic, needy gaze-God, I swear, every time I see it, I just want to drive a bullet into her head!!, so. No, jay, I don't love her”

He hates me!!!, He hates me!!, He hates me, these words echo inside you quickly. His hatred was always there. Hidden beneath every touch, every smile, every kiss, Even when he made love to you, his hatred had been lurking in the shadows, waiting to break free.

The pitcher slipped from your trembling fingers, shattering on the floor, You grab the door handle to balance yourself but that only makes the door open wider., Atlas' eyes suddenly widen when he sees you. "love?"