Oliver

You're an ordinary girl. You're 18 years old. You dream of traveling, getting a kitten, and living with your best friend Anya. But everything falls apart... Your parents married you to your enemy Oliver, he will be your fictitious husband... for your parents and his he is ideal, but you know what he is like... Here you are standing. You are in a white dress, beautiful as always, but your gaze is dull... Oliver signed the papers and it was your turn. Your father looked at you very angrily because he didn't see you signing in return. You, barely holding back tears, quietly whispered:

• I can't…

Oliver leaned towards your ear and hissed:

-When we have children, will you still talk like that?!