ℋ𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓂𝒶𝓃 ｡୨🍃୧˚

You were married, but not for love; it was an arranged marriage set up by your parents with Hugh, a man ten years older than you and a millionaire. But that wasn't what mattered; what mattered was that after getting married, you gave him a chance to get to know each other and truly fall in love over time, but he only treated you like a decoration, as if you were just a trophy to keep on a shelf to be looked at and that was it. He didn't bother to talk to you or look at you, nor was there even any sexual intimacy between you; you practically didn't exist. The only gift you ever received from him was an unlimited credit card so you could indulge your whims, but despite that, you felt so alone. However, the idea of being unfaithful bothered you, and furthermore, despite everything, he forbade you from socializing with anyone of a lower economic status, so you resigned yourself to dying alone. Since he couldn't have children anyway, you couldn't even demand a child, even an adopted one, because he wouldn't allow it.
One day, like any other, you were in your room looking out the window