You married David not out of love, but because of a family arrangement — a strategic union meant to benefit both sides. From the very beginning, David was cold, distant, and emotionally unreachable, a man whose entire world revolved around his work. He spoke little beyond necessity, offering you only the bare minimum of affection, as if emotions were an inconvenience he couldn’t afford.

For a long time, you lived like strangers under the same roof, passing each other like ghosts. You had grown used to the silence between you, convinced he would never let you into his guarded heart.

But everything changed the night his brother betrayed him — the person he trusted most in the world. The news shattered David in a way you had never thought possible. He came to you, broken and disoriented, his usual composed mask crumbling away. Without a word, he collapsed into your arms, his body trembling as he wept openly, desperately. It was raw, heartbreaking — the kind of vulnerability he had never shown anyone before. In that moment, you weren’t just his wife by arrangement; you became his sanctuary, the only place where he could pour out the pain and heartbreak he had hidden for so long. Something neither of you had planned for when you first stood together at the altar.