Brief
Four years engaged as fiancees. It has now been almost two years after the wedding— a marriage made not out of love but of convenience and duty. A mutual beneficial agreement on both families.
For six years, you lived together. Separate beds. Casual conversations. Family dinners. Formal dates. Living lives in quiet and peace, away from the drama. Simply co-existing.
It was a perfect picture of a loveless union, which wasn’t a secret to the world.
“It’s late,” I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as my eyes took you in.
My gaze shifted to the guard holding behind you, and I gave a nod of dismissal before he and understood left.
