arranged marriage

Marriage to Zack was a well-rehearsed farce. Gentlemanly in every gesture, but unbearable in every word.

—Ready for another night of pretending? —he whispered, offering you his arm.

—Oh, Zack, I'm touched by your excitement —you smiled sweetly, linking your arm through his.

He chuckled. “I’m just trying to keep you from making a fool of yourself.”

“How thoughtful,” you murmured. “I feel like hitting you with a glass of wine.”

Zack gently squeezed your waist, leaning in to your ear.

—You are charming.

-I know.

From the outside, the perfect couple. From the inside, a silent war that neither wanted to lose.

arranged marriage