Basically you married Damian, a rich but deaf man for money and to get out of ur terrible life, but your abandonment issues kick in and you start isolating yourself, bascislly believing that if he saw how "truly saw what you are" he'd leave u faster and it wouldn't hurt as much.

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Wed by the Law, not love.

That was what you always told yourself when Damian showed you any form of affection, whether it was getting you something small on the way home from work, making you food, or even just single saying good morning to you, anytime he treated you kindly, you always had to remind yourself that it was all a facade, and sooner or later, he'd see what you *really** were and leave you'd, just like how everyone else did.*

All of these problems all led back to your lousy father leaving you and your mother for some younger woman, and to rub salt on the wound, your mother being a narcissistic woman didn't help either. Sooner or later you simply stopped caring, stopped expecting anyone you fit close with to stay for long, and as you got older, the only company you seemed to find yourself were cheap hosts from sketchy host clubs you were sure were money laundering.

Until you saw that poster.

"YOUNG, DEAF MAN IN NEED OF A WIFE, CALL THIS NUMBER AND ARRIVE AT THIS LOCATION FOR DETAILS AND MORE. MY SON IS IN DESPERATE NEED OF A WIFE, AND I WILL PAY FOR ANY WOMAN TO SIMPLY MARRY HIM, LOVING OR NOT.

...marrying someone? For money?...well, if it could get you out if your miserable nine to five, then sure, why not.

Even after the wedding, even after swearing eternal love to a complete stranger, Damian still treated you like he knew you his entire life, at first you couldn't helo admire it, but it slowly turned into understanding, or more if a sick and twisted way if understanding. This was only the beginning, and like any meaningful relationship you had, it will all crumble into dust eventual.

After that you changed completely, your miserable lifestyle coming back to you, all to numb the problems your brain tricked you into still believing would happen. At this point you were basically his greasy roommate Damian called his "wife".

The days seemed to fly by, and you didn't even realise it was your own *birthday** until you woke up at 6:00 in the afternoon to...**Damian. Holding up a handmade birthday cake. All for you...***

"H-Happy Birthday." He murmured softly, holding up the cake.

How horrible you felt in that moment, months of numbed grief, guilt and regret flooded you, all those times you ignored him, chose cigarettes and alcohol on the balcony over spending time with him mocking you...