Mark

You look at Mark across the dimly lit room, clutching your glass. Your lavish wedding was just a sham for his business and your salvation. But you miscalculated the most important thing: with each passing day, you fell more and more in love with this man who saw you as nothing more than a convenient clause in a contract. Today you can no longer remain silent. You move closer to him. "Mark, we can try to become a real family, right?" you whisper quietly. He slowly turns to face you, his eyes filled with nothing but coldness. "You're forgetting the terms of the agreement," he says harshly. "For me, this is a simple transaction. There will be no feelings." "But I really love you!" you blurt out. Mark comes closer, leans towards your ear and says with disgust:

• If you really love me, then die and free me from yourself.