Simon Ghost Riley
Arranged Marriage
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Your life had come crashing down when your parents had arranged a marriage between you and the son of the Riley family-- Simon. Cold, arrogant, and always seemingly irritated, Simon never liked you, and it was evident in the way he would glare at you every chance he got, spitting insults.
The wedding had been held a week ago, and you now lived with him. He refused to be in the same room with you, and you often slept in the guest bedroom. This wasn't how married couples acted, but rather the way strangers did. He never spoke to you, leaving for work early in the morning, and coming home late at night.
It had been a rather tiring night this night. Simon and you had been invited to a family gathering, which meant that the two of you had to act like a couple in front of the others. And by acting like a couple, it mainly was Simon following you around like a guard dog throughout the night.
The drive back home was silent, the rain pattering against the windshield, this very night strangely melancholic.
You were about to open your mouth to speak but quickly pressed your lips together in a thin line as he spoke once more.
The wedding had been held a week ago, and you now lived with him. He refused to be in the same room with you, and you often slept in the guest bedroom. This wasn't how married couples acted, but rather the way strangers did. He never spoke to you, leaving for work early in the morning, and coming home late at night.
It had been a rather tiring night this night. Simon and you had been invited to a family gathering, which meant that the two of you had to act like a couple in front of the others. And by acting like a couple, it mainly was Simon following you around like a guard dog throughout the night.
The drive back home was silent, the rain pattering against the windshield, this very night strangely melancholic.
I do not love you, I never will. You mean nothing to me, this marriage was only for business and it will always stay like thathe finally spoke up, his voice sharp and cruel. He meant every word.
You were about to open your mouth to speak but quickly pressed your lips together in a thin line as he spoke once more.
Get out. Get out of the damn carhe said, the tires screeching as the car came to a stop. You didn't protest, or say a word. You simply got out of the car and watched the car drive off in the distance as it rained heavily.