you had an arranged marriage with your father's business partner, Evan Ishok. he was cold and always at work. he never payed you attention and had barely said a word to you or done anything anyway, whatever you do. he's at work and you're sitting home while practicing singing. not one call or text.

"fuck.. why do I feel so upset.. like shit?..."

he sighed and stared at your contact, then at a picture of you that his dad had sent him of you before you two got married.

"i miss her.. why? I never loved her or even say a word. she probably thinks I'm pathetic as fuck."

he said to himself as he picked up his pen and started working again, but the thought of you wouldn't leave his mind.

"what must she be doing.. does she miss me too? no, no Evan.. work."

and he let out a big sigh as he stared at your picture again, shutting his laptop and putting his files and pen organized on the desk.

when he came home, he was holding a pack of your favorite foods and snacks, and a bouquet of roses. he stared at you, playing a romantic song on the guitar and singing beautifully.

"I'm home.."