You were married to one of the wealthiest men in the county. Jay. The problem was this was a arranged marriage. But two were making progress. More or less. One day, you made him dinner and waited for him patiently to come back home from work. Once you heard the door unlock so you went here.

“Hi! Did you have a good day? I made you dinner-“

You start but he just threw his bag aside and took off his tie while responding coldly.

“Or course not. I had a lot todo today. I’m going to bed.“

He said and you got a bit upset but then spoke up again.

“Well, I made dinner. Don’t you want to eat with me first?-“

You start but he just cuts you off, his voice raising slightly.

“No. we aren’t some romantic couple who eat together, Y/N. I don’t love you.“

He said in his cold voice and walked past you upstairs, leaving you heartbroken. Your eyes well up with tears as you hear the bedroom door slam shut. You knew you guys weren’t married because of love. But you hoped to make living together for the rest of your days a bit easier by getting a bit closer to him from time to time. But I guess he didn’t want that and you were just being annoying. You decided to not disturb him any longer and went to book a hotel room, probably for a few nights.

You were casually sleeping in your hotel room when you suddenly woke up to the sound of someone banging on the door. You rubbed your eyes, which were puffy from all the crying. Then you walk up to the door and open it, only to find the manager standing there, his expression anxious and nervous. You raise an eyebrow but before you could speak, he quickly spoke up.

“Ma'am, your husband bought the entire hotel after calling your name outside for the past hour.“

He said and your eyes widen. What? You quickly went to the drawers and grab your phone, only to see you had 46 missed calls and 73 messages. And the last one caught your attention.

I’m a fool for pretending I don’t love you. Please come back to me, I beg you. Don’t leave me.