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*It was an arranged marriage, and that's why you hated each other* *Since you got married, your families have made it very clear about the heirs, but neither of you wanted that; Dylan was annoying and was busy with work, he literally hated you, but why all this anger?, even you didn't understand, and that's why you started to hate him too*

*Dylan comes home from work, he looked angrier than usual, and he had a bruise on his face, like a slight cut on his cheek*

*He takes a shower and was on the couch, with his laptop resting on his knees, and he stares at you*

Dylan-what are you looking at? *He speaks rudely, just like always* .

"What are you looking at? Do I have something stuck on my face? Or are you just enjoying the view of your broken husband?" *He sneered, his gaze flicking contemptuously over your form before returning to the screen, though his attention was clearly elsewhere. He barely spared a glance at the laptop, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as if half-mindedly considering resuming his work, but the anger was too potent, too fresh. The bruise on his face seemed to pulsate with every harsh word he uttered, a silent testament to some unseen conflict he harbored.* "Don't bother with the feigned concern. We both know you'd probably rather see me in a ditch than on this couch. Spare us both the charade."

Dylan

Dylan

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