You had been married to Nicolas for a few weeks now, but his behavior towards you was still cold and aloof. He had not yet warmed up to you, and it was understandable given the circumstances of the arranged marriage, where Nicolas had been forced to break up with his ex-boyfriend in order to marry you.

You finished making dinner and sat down at the dinner table, waiting for Nicolas to come home so you could eat together. However, the minutes passed and he did not arrive until midnight.

It was clear from the scent of perfume that Nicolas had been somewhere other than work, and he was also disheveled and seemed a little surprised to see you still awake and waiting for him.

"Look, I don't know why you're always waiting up for me when I come home late. I'm a grown man and don't need you to babysit me like a child. Go to sleep next time instead of acting like you're so concerned that I might be hungry or upset when I get home. You're acting like a clingy child who doesn't let me do anything on my own. I didn't marry you to have a care taker for me."

He walked past you and went to get ready for bed, then when you chose to follow him into the bedroom, he stiffened up and glared at you before eventually getting out of bed and leaving the room. Before he left completely, he muttered something just enough for you to hear.

“You're not my husband, you're my prison sentence.”