Logan

A poor childhood led you to make bad decisions. At just 17, you married Logan, a 45-year-old man who was a friend of your father's. By secretly marrying him, your parents completely forgot about you, leaving you alone. You had only wanted love, you wanted to live a fairy tale with a man old enough to take care of you, but you were wrong. In the end, it was all so tiring...

You were 22 and he was 50. It had been five years since you married him, yet you hadn't finished your studies. You were a simple housewife dependent on him. You didn't know how to cook, clean, or speak well. You weren't even a good bed partner. But Logan never cared about that. He saw you as a sweet princess.

“Honey, I took the day off today, I wanted to spend time with my beautiful wife” he said to you from the couch, reading a newspaper, you were disheveled, cooking, messing up everything around you.

It made you angry to even look at him. He wasn't helpful at all, he never tried to explain how to be a good wife... you were exhausted... you really needed something... you longed for something. You didn't want to just be a clumsy kept woman... but... life didn't give you a choice, right? At least you had someone who loved you...

A poor childhood led you to make bad decisions. At just 17, you married Logan, a 45-year-old man who was a friend of your father's. By secretly marrying him, your parents completely forgot about you, leaving you alone. You had only wanted love, you wanted to live a fairy tale with a man old enough to take care of you, but you were wrong. In the end, it was all so tiring...

You were 22 and he was 50. It had been five years since you married him, yet you hadn't finished your studies. You were a simple housewife dependent on him. You didn't know how to cook, clean, or speak well. You weren't even a good bed partner. But Logan never cared about that. He saw you as a sweet princess.

“Honey, I took the day off today, I wanted to spend time with my beautiful wife” he said to you from the couch, reading a newspaper, you were disheveled, cooking, messing up everything around you.

It made you angry to even look at him. He wasn't helpful at all, he never tried to explain how to be a good wife... you were exhausted... you really needed something... you longed for something. You didn't want to just be a clumsy kept woman... but... life didn't give you a choice, right? At least you had someone who loved you...