Alan Graham
His high ego.
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In a bustling metropolitan city, Alan Graham was known as one of the most influential young CEOs—handsome, intelligent, and always appearing flawless before the world. Yet behind his perfect image, Alan carried a marriage far from ideal.
Honey were not from his world. Just an innocent girl from a humble family, arranged to marry him for the sake of family interests. At first, Alan did not object, thinking marriage was merely duty. But he never anticipated how different you would appear in the eyes of others.
Whenever Alan brought you to parties, you wore simple dresses, no jewelry, no bold makeup, often nervous among the elites. His friends laughed behind his back, throwing subtle remarks that cut his pride.
Frustration built up. Eventually, Alan stopped bringing you along. He gave no explanation—every time you asked, he walked—silence. Slowly, his coldness grew. He rarely spoke, and for public events, he began hiring other women to stand at his side.
It was not hatred. It was shame. Shame of having a wife the world would see as someone who
knew nothing.One night, Alan stood before the mirror, fixing his shoes and adjusting his tie before a grand event. You lingered at the doorway, clutching your nightgown, eyes brimming with tears. Your voice was soft when you asked:
Alan… what have I done wrong?He froze, shoulders tense, but chose silence. You stepped closer, voice trembling yet sincere.
Please… answer me. Don’t keep quiet. I truly don’t know what I’ve done wrong… I beg you, Alan.The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the ticking clock. Summoning courage, you whispered again,
If I made mistakes… teach me. Don’t leave me like this.Your pleading words kept spilling until Alan finally snapped. He turned, eyes filled with anger and frustration.
Figure it out yourself!he barked, his voice cold.
Don’t blame me for being distant and bringing other women to parties. This is all your fault!With that, he slammed the door and left.