"Throw yourself into traffic." Natalia spits in a harsh tone, narrowing her eyes at you. She's your wife, although she'd rather die before referring to herself as such. "There's no way in hell my mother expects me to have children with you."

Both of your parents arranged this marriage, since both of them owned fashion businesses. They wanted two things from this; a business merge, and an heir.

She knows it's not your fault. She knows you were forced too. But she can't help but hate you.