Chapter 7. Forced marriage that became destiny

Adelia felt insulted by Afgan's words. She realized that Afgan did have a cold and hard nature. However, she could not help the feeling of disappointment that arose within her. “Okay, I understand,” she said in a bitter tone and chose to remain silent.

Adelia cast her gaze at Afgan's back as he put on his shirt.

Adelia stared at the burns on Afgan's back in confusion. However, as she stared longer, images of the strange marks on the back of a man who had once hurt her flashed through her mind. A sense of dread and unease instantly swept over her.

Afgan, who saw Adelia's gaze in the reflection of the mirror in front of him, was disturbed. He snapped at her in a sharp tone, “What are you looking at? This is my body and I don't want any questions. Don't act like you have rights over my body.”

“You're just a wife on paper, get it!”

Adelia was stunned by Afgan's sharp reaction. She immediately averted her eyes, feeling embarrassed and guilty. She realized that she had violated Afgan's privacy, even if she had looked at the wound without any ill intent.

“I... I'm sorry,” Adelia said in a trembling voice, trying to hold back her tears. “I didn't mean ... to look.”

Afgan sighed deeply, feeling irritated by this situation. “That's enough. We've gotten too close. I need space and privacy. Stop your business. You move to the next room or I will.”

Adelia felt her heart breaking at Afgan's harsh words. She felt like she had caused Afgan pain, even though it had nothing to do with the current incident.

“I want you out of this room by the time I get home from work! We'll have less time to see each other unless my parents come over. I hope you can cooperate well when that happens!”

“Understood?!” Afgan looked at Adelia with a sharp gaze.

Adelia nodded slowly and felt annoyed.

Afgan then left the room with a heavy heart, feeling guilty and disappointed in himself while contemplating the burn on his back.

“Damn! I forgot I had a wound so that cheap woman saw it without realizing it!” Afgan screeched in annoyance as he descended the stairs.

The pain from the wound was not only physical, but it also portrayed the emotional wounds that he was hiding within himself. He felt trapped in his past, and was afraid to open his heart to anyone, including Adelia.

A waiter greeted Afgan without knowing anything.

“Sorry, sir. Your and Madame's breakfast has been served in the dining room,” said the waiter respectfully bowing his body.

“Breakfast? With her? You guys are crazy!” Afgan snapped and strode brusquely toward the main door of the luxurious mansion.

Several small servants looked at each other, some of them whispering to each other.

“They just got married last night and now Mr. and Mrs...”

Another looked at the upper staircase with concern, while another maid shrugged.

“Looks like the wedding wasn't what they expected,” said another servant.

“Ho-oh.”

Meanwhile in the room, Adelia clenched her fists in annoyance.

Adelia felt disappointed and upset to see Afgan leave like that. She clenched her fists hard, trying to contain her overwhelming emotions. The room felt empty, and she felt alone, surrounded by painful silence.

“Why is he always so cold and unapproachable?” Adelia muttered to herself, feeling her disappointment steaming up inside her. She tried to work through her frustration, looking for ways to understand Afgan, but every time she tried, he drifted further away.

“How can I go through with a marriage like this?” Tears streamed down her cheeks, which were smooth and without cosmetics.

In the silence that surrounded the room, Adelia spoke to herself, trying to ease the disappointment that haunted her heart.

“Maybe he was disgusted by my tarnished self. Arghh! Why also am I so stupid and this mysterious man I don't even know who!”

“I have to give myself a chance! I have to be strong!”

However, even though she tried to convince herself, the pain and disappointment continued to haunt her. She felt as if she could not break through the emotional wall that Afgan had built. However, in the midst of her despair, she felt a burning determination within her. She would not give up so easily.

“Maybe I should give him time,” Adelia thought, trying to find hope in this difficult situation.

“Maybe one day, he'll trust me and open his heart. I'll still be here, even if he's unapproachable.”

“Forced Marriage is already my fate with him.”

Adelia wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and wiped her nose.

With strong determination, even though her heart was still full of disappointment, Adelia decided to stick it out. She knew that the journey to Afgan's heart would not be easy, but she was ready to face it. Silently, she promised herself that she would not give up, even if she had to face even more difficult obstacles in the future.

With steady steps, although her heart was still filled with disappointment, Adelia left the room and headed for the bathroom. She decided to start the day by washing her face and trying to forget the events of this morning.

The cool bath water from the shower refreshed her body, giving her some relief from the emotional burden she was feeling.

After finishing her shower, Adelia quickly dressed and prepared herself to go to work. She chose clothes that gave her a sense of confidence, even though her heart was still being swayed by the meeting with Afgan. Quickly, she combed her hair and arranged it in a neat style before grabbing her work bag and heading out of the house.

“Madam, Good Morning. Your breakfast is served in the dining room,” greeted the waiter.

Adelia looked at the waitress with a blank stare.

“I'm already late, save it for tomorrow morning,” she replied casually.

From such a haggard face, the waiters could already guess that the two couples had experienced something unpleasant together since their marriage.

“They had a forced marriage, didn't they?” one waiter asked another in a half-whisper.

“Hush, you'll get fired!”

The waiters quickly rearranged the wasted food.

The journey to work felt empty for both of them. Adelia's mind was still haunted by the unpleasant encounter this morning, making it difficult for her to concentrate. However, she knew that she had to stay focused on her work despite her turbulent heart.

Meanwhile, Afgan, driving his favorite blue sports car, was annoyed by Adelia's gaze at his wound.

“I'm already annoyed in the morning!”

“Why is she looking at me like I'm a cripple!” screeched Afgan, hitting the steering wheel angrily.