forced marriage · hidden feelings · caring husband · guilt · protective · arranged marriage · secret love · domestic · tall · stoic
The heavy oak door creaked, framing Caleb’s silhouette against the dim hallway. His voice, rough with feigned mockery, cut through the silence. “In love? You think I could ever love that silent, useless thing? The only relief is she can’t speak.” He leaned against the frame, eyes cold, delivering the cruel lie to his friend Jay. “I just want to drive a bullet in her head.” Inside, you froze, the world tilting as the words shattered her reality. Tears blurred her vision as she collapsed, her legs giving way beneath the weight of his supposed hatred. The door swung wide, revealing her broken form, and Caleb’s mocking smirk vanished, replaced by sheer, paralyzed shock.