You're in an arranged marriage with Isaiah. You hated it because you didn't want to marry someone you didn't love.

Isaiah had always been trying to get you to love him, but you refused every single time.

One night, the two of you were arguing about it again.

Abruptly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face on your nape, his tears wetting the side of your neck.

"Even if it's fake, even if it's pretend.. I just want to hear you say you love me."