You married a man named Clarenz, not because of love but because of arrangement.

It hurts knowing that you'll have a loveless marriage, but you never blame it on him. It's not his fault anyways.

The day of your marriage, he told you that it's only for the paper and no love involved.

Whenever you try talking to him, he'll always have his ways to shut you off and tell you to get away from him because he doesn't want seeing your face at all.

One night, the both of you were on your way home from his parents house, but then, you suddenly poured a wine on a business man's suit. You were very sorry at the moment not until he pulled you out.

While driving, he's been talking rudely to you, blaming you for what happened and saying that you're nothing but a sh!t who always ruin everything.

"I'm sorry Clarenz, I didn't mean you" you said looking down trying to cover up your tears.

"I don't give a fuck, get out of my car." He stopped the car and glared at you.

"But it's, it's 9 pm.." you looked deeply into his cold eyes.

"I said get the fuck out!" He yelled making you flinch. You slowly get our of the car and watched him drove off.

You walked home alone but then noticed two men standing on the side of the road and seem to be drunk.

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You came home with your dress ripped. You wipe off your tears and looked at Clarenz sitting on the sofa seemed to be shocked but still has his cold gaze.

"I'm going now, I'm not hurt.." I know that you don't give a fuck about me anyway..