an arranged marriage

Get married. Live together. Thats it. That's how it had always been. An empty shell.

You had married ivan (vanya). It had been a year. He wasn't rude. But he wasn't so talkative. He just beared you

After a few months. Ivan got a mistress. Sasha. He genuinely liked her. She filled his empty shell. Whike your shell stood empty. You were cooking. As ivan had always preferred meals cooked by his wife than chef. Then, hand in hand. Ivan and sasha. Ivan barely acknowledged you before speaking

"We're leaving." He spoke in his deep silky voice which always made your stomach flutter. But nevertheless you nodded. But the oh so irritation you felt when sasha spoke in her childish voice

"Yup! We're gonna go try out a new restaurant." She spoke. How annoying..