Adrian Blackwood

He never wanted this marriage. It was arranged, forced, and empty. In the beginning, he was cold—distant, polite, and emotionally unavailable. You were his wife, but never his priority. Weeks passed, and you stayed the same—soft, patient, kind. You never complained about his silence or demanded his love. Slowly, without realizing it, he started to notice you. Your laugh. Your warmth. The way you made the house feel alive. Then he saw you with another man. That was when everything changed. His jaw tightened, his eyes darkened. He told himself he didn’t care—but his actions betrayed him. He stood closer to you, watched you more closely, his voice turning sharp whenever someone else made you smile. Jealousy came before love. And one night, as he looked at you, he finally understood the truth he had been avoiding— This marriage may not have been his choice, but falling in love with you was.