Hi kinkies! I'll be referring to Y/N husband as "him" or "he" cause I'm AWFUL with names ahahaha.

I hope you enjoy the fist chap. If so, vote and comment !
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It was a cold morning.

Like a crystal glass that break in pieces, your marriage was breaking apart every single second.

You remained quiet as he got up, his footsteps crossed the room, he picked his clothes, entered the bathroom.
The pouring water sound filled the room like every morning in the past 3 years.

You don't remember when or how this became a terrible nightmare, but it's been a long time since you can't sleep at night because he is next to you. You can only relax when he leaves to work or to visit his family.

There was no love anymore, it was a mix of obligation with fear. You knew if you asked to divorce, your whole family would be against, your friends, his family and him. Yes, him. Even that he didn't love you anymore, even that he didn't even talk to you anymore, he needed the position of being married. He needs you to keep this stupid act.

He came out of the shower, your eyes closed faking your sleep. Sometimes he stops in front of you, watching you for some seconds, creeps you out to think that he actually could want to touch you again, you desperately hate when he touches you. 
His hands can't bring you the warmth feeling of being home, instead, you feel bitter, cold and disgusting.

Those seconds while he watches you lasts like forever, in the past would have kissed your forehead and you would love it. For now, you just beg he leaves fast.

That was your life for now, even that things uses to be perfect in the past, you can only suffer quietly,  painting the lovely wife to the society.

You met your husband when you were still 16, you loved him so much. He was the love of your life, that cute and sweet boy full of dreams.
Everything was just perfect, when you were 18 he went to your house  asking your parents permition to marry you as soon as he could get promotion on his job. Your heart couldn't be at ease, you were so happy, you just wanted so much to live that fairy tale.

You married him when you were 21, young age to be married but that's how the things are when you come from a rich family, they set everything and it's all about getting richer.

The door closes. He left.

You sigh turning to the other side, watching that fancy room, all the memories burning down to ashes in front of your eyes. You're tired, your life has no meaning. You're just a tool.

"Ma'am..." You hear the maid.

"Come in" you sit, stretching.

She opens the door bringing your breakfast.

"Morning ma'am..." she bows.

You smile to her.

"Still pretty as always!" She extend her hand, giving you the coffee.

"And you're sweet as always..." You drink a sip of your coffee. She always makes the best coffee for you, since you first entered that house.

"Ma'am, do you want me to close the curtains now?" She knows you sleep the mornings.

"No...instead, get my car ready, I'm going out soon." Your eyes fixed on the big window in front of you.

"Yes." She bows and leave.

You drag your body slowly to the bathroom, gently removing your silk sleeping dress. The warm water slides down through your body as you think how to make things better. With no success you just get out and look at your figure on the mirror. Your body changed, you've gained weight, rolls and stretch marks. But you just feel numb.

You dress up in a high waist black jeans, simple white tank top, an oversized coat. A simple shoes will go.

You reach the living room and your golden retriever comes to meet you.

"Bossy...!" You crouch to hug her.

Bossy jumps and licks your cheeks as you slide your fingers thought her soft hair.
She has been your only happiness on that house, your only company.

"Who is the big girl?" You set her to go for a walk.
"Yes yes..You are!" You pat her head, leading her outside where your car is.

Bossy is trained, she goes straight to the passenger sit, sitting like a lady.

You enter the car, opening the windows.

"Now...listen...don't go too crazy over the wind ok?" You giggle as she is already sneaking her head out just waiting the strong wind to put her tongue out and be the good dog she is.

You play some chill out music and travel Bossy to the closest park. A full of memory one. The one you and your husband used to go for walk when you just got married.

You sigh.

Finally arriving there, you take her out of the car, walking her wherever she wanted to go.

You feel the fresh morning wind with your eyes closed as Bossy clumsly drag you against someone.

"Bossy!" You hit someone's chest to keep your balance.

"I'm sorry!" A sweet yet mysterious voice echoes inside your head.

Your eyes travels up meeting his sweet and shy smile as his dimples get you hypnotized.
His hands touches yours, which was holding his chest, and his other hand sneaks behind your back to help your balance.

"It was my fault..." He chuckles shyly.

Your eyes fixed on his plump lips.

"I...I called her..." His eyes meeting yours .

"I..." You just can't take your eyes away. His touch doesn't disgust you, his heartbeat warms you. You caught yourself feeling home in a stranger's embrace.

"You're so beautiful." He murmur as his eyes never leaves yours.