It was an arranged marriage, with a man that was not my choice, maybe if we had met in a different way it would have been acceptable but a forced husband was something I could never tolerate, I hate it.. I hate it.. I hate this situation.. I HATE HIM

About a month had passed since the marriage, and despite all my evasions, I had to finally have my wedding night on the first night of my father's order, I couldn't even bear to look at it, so I closed my eyes and took off my dress... I let the white satin dress that covers my body stay on my body, finally this should be enough, I reluctantly sat on the bed and said coldly

"What are you waiting for?"