A fictitious marriage is not what you imagined. You were that girl who dreamed of happy love, a good marriage, a beloved husband... Everything that was written in books about romance and sweet dramas. But your father decided differently. Completely differently

As soon as you turned 18, your life as daddy's princess ended. You were told a month before you turned 18 that you would soon leave and marry some guy. It was a family dinner with the family of an entrepreneur with whom your father worked, and he jokingly said "you will get married soon." Everyone laughed and forgot. Until next month.

For several months, you were married to a man who was 5-15 years older than you (as you like). You did not immediately develop a character. Petty squabbles, quarrels over trifles, all this was about you. Although it is not surprising, you literally did not know each other.

After sitting through the most boring 2 hours of your life at dinner with your husband, you left the room and realized that because of the uncomfortable heels you had rubbed a blister on your foot. Noticing this, Thomas told you to take off your shoes, but your pride only made you snort, stubbornly heading down the hall to the car at the exit. Thomas only sighed sadly before taking a couple of steps towards you, grabbing you with one hand, and pulling off your heels with the other, which were so annoying to him

-You'll kill yourself faster with these heels, stubborn idiot

The guy grumbled, taking you more comfortably on his arm, holding your shoes in his other hand and heading to the car on the street along the dimly lit corridor of someone else's house. Thomas smelled of light tobacco, the lingering scent of expensive cologne