𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚛. 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

Some people say love is warm-like a sunrise after a cold night, a quiet reassurance that lingers even in the darkest moments. Others say love is a storm, unpredictable and destructive, yet breathtaking in its intensity.

But for me? Love has always been a battle. A game of survival where the rules change before you can figure them out.

I never expected him.

I never expected to marry him.

Theodore Adrian Monteverde was a man untouched by softness, a heart wrapped in steel, too cold to melt and too sharp to hold. He was the kind of person you stayed away from, the kind of man who made people wary without saying a word. And yet, somehow, he became my husband.

But not because he loved me.

His heart was never mine to claim. It already belonged to someone else-someone he loved in a way I could only dream of. I was just the woman standing beside him, bound to him by circumstance, not by choice.

Still, I stayed.

And loving him-loving a man whose heart would never be mine-became the most painful thing I had ever done.

But the real question was...

Could I survive being married to someone who could never love me back?