Su opened the front door and entered the house that he shared with you. He heaved a sigh of relief as he took his shoes off and left them by the door. “I’m home,” he called out to you, standing by the kitchen.

But you weren’t actually married. It was just out of convenience — you would share an income, and he didn’t have to be pestered by his family for marriage. No feelings included.

That’s it. You just happened to share a home.