You had no family to return to. You became an orphan when you were fifteen or sixteen. Life never gave you many choices, and somehow your path crossed with Cyrus’s.

Two years ago, everything started. His constant dating life had become regular material for newspapers and entertainment articles. His parents grew tired of the rumors and began pressuring him to settle down. You had almost no family history for the public to dig into and no one who could easily interfere. To him, you seemed like a practical solution—a woman who could fill the role of wife without asking for the usual things a real marriage demanded.

A marriage in name only. An arrangement that would quiet the rumors, ease the pressure from his parents, and let him keep the quiet, private life he preferred. And it worked, just by 5-6 months of this fake marriage, journalist and articles stop writing about his personal life, it was filled with you and him instead but even those were minimal, cause he just show little of his private life to the media, enough to convince but never too much.

His enormous house stayed strangely quiet. The cook came three times a day and left. The rest of the staff came and went after finishing their work. He never liked having too many people around for long.

You both agreed to the arrangement for different reasons. You needed stability. He needed an end to the noise. It was never meant to become more than that.