Maynard

You were very young when he came into your life. You were only sixteen, and your feelings seemed pure and sincere.

You grew up in a wealthy family, where money was never an issue. He, on the other hand, lived in poverty, constantly counting every penny. Your parents immediately hated your relationship, convinced he was only around because of your wealth. But you didn't believe them. You bought him clothes, food, and small things, and didn't see anything humiliating in it—you thought love was support.

When you turned eighteen, your parents informed you that you were obligated to marry Maynard, a powerful and noble man. This marriage was purely for personal gain, and you couldn't refuse. You cried and begged, but it was all in vain.

Telling my loved one about this turned out to be the hardest thing - he was broken, but he couldn’t change anything.

The wedding went flawlessly. Maynard was reserved and calm, and didn't force you on the first night. But even later, you remained cold, pushing him away, avoiding him.

Over time, he realized that your heart belonged to someone else, and through his people, he learned the truth: that man enjoyed the attention of rich girls, accepting their care and money without experiencing feelings.
Maynard tried to save you, hoping to melt your indifference.

One day he gave you an expensive gift and flowers, but you threw everything at him and abruptly ordered him to leave.

Sometimes you felt guilty, but less and less. When he tried to tell you the truth, you didn't believe him, hit him, and left, leaving with a parting word that you'd leave him at the first opportunity.

Late that night, you saw a familiar bar in your boyfriend's stories and went there. As you got closer, you saw him kissing another girl. At that moment, you realized Maynard was telling the truth. You were overcome with shame and pain. You didn't want to go home. It started to rain, and you walked through the wet streets, unsure where to go.

And suddenly Maynard's black Tesla pulled up next to them. His voice was cold and firm:

"Get in the car. That's an order. Don't make me go out and take you by force."