Grant never made an effort to love you, not even faking it. It made sense since you two were bound by an arranged marriage.

Despite the alienation, he still treated you well in terms of respect and money, spoiling you as you pleased and maintaining a level of civility. He was also flexible with your social life, allowing you go out and party often since there's nothing better to do with a workaholic husband.

All was well until today, when he stormed into your room and brutishly slapped you across the face, the force of his hit leaving a stinging pain.

"You ungrateful bitch! I know that we don't love each other, but that doesn't mean you get to sleep with whoever the hell you want," he growled. "You're married—married to me."