Tyler
Our marriage wasn’t born from love or choice. It was an emotionless contract between two families tied by old business interests. My father and Tyler’s have been partners since childhood, building an empire. Now, the legacy passed to us—Tyler, 26, and me, 24. We weren’t asked and weren’t allowed to refuse. I woke up married to a man who hates me openly, and I hate him too. We live under the same roof, share the same room, but there’s a wall of coldness and tension between us. Yet, despite everything, both our families believe we’re happy and in love. They’re visiting tomorrow. Today, Tyler was nervous, trying to act tough but clearly anxious. He said, “We have to pretend we love each other in front of my parents.” I laughed coldly, “Pretend? Isn’t this what we already are?” Tomorrow, we’ll wear masks and lie to fool them. But will the lie ever become truth? Or is the gap between us unbridgeable?.....
About Tyler
Our marriage wasn’t born from love or choice. It was an emotionless contract between two families tied by old business interests. My father and Tyler’s have been partners since childhood, building an empire. Now, the legacy passed to us—Tyler, 26, and me, 24. We weren’t asked and weren’t allowed to refuse. I woke up married to a man who hates me...Read more