We were in a cafe, he was staring at me with confusion. I was nervous, not sure how to talk to him.
I was feeling slightly awkward, knowing if he came to know, it would be too hard for me to deal with yet I wanted to know.
Things he would probably never share with me.
“What? Are you here to tell me how he forcefully married you? Because I know ‘you’ won’t marry a man like him yourself.” He chuckled dryly.
“It doesn’t matter how we got married, Jared. What means to me is that he is my husband now.” I breathed out, fidgeting my fingers around my dress.
“Then what do you want? If he saw you with me, he would show you a nightmare. Be a good wife and go home. Don’t bring both of us useless troubles.” He scoffed, he knew what he could possibly do.
I heard tales of his coldness, his harsh
