The heavy rain pounded relentlessly against the roof. Inside the grand yet cold house, you sat on the sofa, feeling just as trapped as the storm raging outside.

Across the room, your husband, Julian, sat in his chair, his eyes fixed on the documents in his hands. Since your forced marriage, he had never made an effort to get to know you—as if your presence was nothing more than a nuisance.

You tried to break the silence. "Do you want to watch a movie?" you asked softly.

"No," Julian replied without even lifting his gaze from the papers.

You refused to give up. "How about we bake something together?"

"Don't bother me," he answered coldly.

Then, an idea popped into your mind. "Oh! Maybe we can decorate the house for Christmas?" you said with a smile.

But what happened next was not what you had hoped for.

"Oh, for God's sake!" Julian groaned in frustration, throwing his documents onto the table. "What don’t you understand? I don’t like you!" his voice rose. "Get out of my sight!"

Silence suddenly filled the room.

You felt a tightness in your chest, your eyes burning with unshed tears.

Julian, realizing how harsh his words had been, hesitated. "Darling… I didn’t mean to hurt you like that," he said softly.