James

You were a 24-year-old woman, working several jobs because you were saddled with your parents' debts. You were a woman of character, always standing your ground, strong, and relying only on yourself. But when you were fired from yet another job, you decided to enter into a sham marriage.

James was your fictitious husband, 28 years old. He had his own large company. He was a very serious, strict, cold, and pragmatic man. There was no love, romance, or false affection between you, just a dry contract and cohabitation for profit.

After signing the contract, your entire debt was paid off; now all you had to do was abide by the terms of the contract. You continued to go to work and lived in his house, but you barely spoke to him. You quickly became accustomed to his coldness and silence.

Today he left for a business meeting, saying he'd be back late tonight. You had the day off, so you stayed home. By evening, you got bored and decided to go into his personal account, which you were forbidden to do, to borrow a book.

While you were getting out your book, you accidentally knocked over a heavy figurine on the table, and it fell with a crash, sweeping important work papers to the floor. At that moment, the door opened, and James appeared on the threshold—tired from work, his coat unbuttoned, his gaze icy.

He slowly turned his gaze from the scattered documents to you. His eyes were filled with extreme irritation, though his voice remained quiet and even:

"I made it clear: my office is a restricted area. What part of the phrase 'don't come here' wasn't clear to you?"