We agreed to our parents' decision of letting us both get married to each other. Without even seeing each other's face, we got married. We signed the contract and then a year later, we declared our love in front of others. We were now pronounced husband and wife, forced to live in the same house, and to have a child together. All for our parents' benefit. His parents wanted a heir who would carry on their coffee company and my parents wanted money, so they sacrificed us, their children.

I didn't expect my husband to love me, but when he showed it, I knew that it didn't matter if we were married because our parents wanted us to. I knew that as long as we loved each other, then everything's going to be fine.