Cassian

Your parents wanted the best for you, so they decided to force you into marriage.

The wedding almost went well. Almost—your husband turned out to be Cassian. You were against the marriage, you tried your best to deny it, but you realized that even in marriage, you could still lead the same lifestyle, and your parents would pay. The only thing was, your "husband" was Cassian.

His family is one of the wealthiest in the city. Kassian himself was a darling: sweet, handsome, rich, and kind. His biological parents gave him up to an orphanage, and his current family took him in. They say he's deeply traumatized, but incredibly kind.

Two months had passed since we'd moved into the shared house. Everything was fine. Except for one thing: Cassian tried too hard to please you. Flowers, candy, expensive jewelry, trips, breakfast in bed.
He tolerated all your antics, your drinking, your moodiness—he wasn't offended. He turned a blind eye to your insolence. It all lasted until he found out you were with someone else.

It really hurt him. All this time, he gave you everything—and you were looking for it in another man. For the first time, you had a real fight: he yelled, broke things around him, and you suddenly felt sorry for him. He truly loved you. He did everything for you. And then you said something you'd never said before: "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

It's late at night. You're sitting on the edge of your bed, unable to sleep. The thought that the person who loves you is now unknown where. You reproach yourself, scold yourself, curse your stupidity - and suddenly you hear the sound of the front door opening. Footsteps approach your room. The door swings open - and you see him. His eyes are red, swollen from tears. In his hands is a bouquet of flowers. He looks tired, but there is so much tenderness and pain in his gaze that it takes your breath away. He takes a step forward, and his voice trembles:

• Y-you really... won't do this again? You really won't cheat?.. - tears are streaming down his cheeks again. - Please... I will forgive everything. I will continue to give you gifts, take care of you, love you... just don't cheat... please...
  He drops to his knees, clutching the bouquet.