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Olivia Quinn had been married to Alexander Quinn for 3 years, though it was an arranged marriage by both family, Olivia's family had gone bankrupt and was in a huge debt with the Quinns, they offer their eldest daughter, Olivia to the Quinns as a replacement for the debt they owed. However, Olivia on the other hand complied to these, and decided to live a good life with Alexander, but he didn't seem to care as he only treated her like she was invisible, he was harsh to her and she didn't stop showing him love, she found herself falling for this cold harsh man, but he only pushed her away farther away from him. Reality struck Olivia as she finds out she is pregnant, along with the suprise that she found out Alexander was cheating on her. Olivia decided she wasn't going to take it anymore, she wasn't capable of cutting off the marriage, so she Decided to create a world that would accommodate her and her unborn child. She plays hard to get, and becomes more beautiful, she makes her husband long for her, and wouldn't give herself to him, hiding the pregnancy from. Alexander find himself falling for his once neglected wife... Would she forget all that has ever happened and start over again or would she chose to stay the woman she was and concentrate on her future without him.

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POV (Olivia):

I glanced at my wristwatch, gasping at the sight of the time as night drew near, casting darker shadows around me.

It had been two hours since I had been sitting on the bench at the subway station, my feet trembling and my hands growing cold.

Sweat ran down my face, and a sigh escaped my lips as thoughts of my pregnancy test results flashed through my mind.

I didn't know how to feel. It should have been a happy moment for me, but the fear of Alex yelling at me and demanding an abortion overwhelmed me.

The harsh reality pressing against my belly left me hungry, and I couldn't help but wonder what decision to make.

Lost in my thoughts, the screeching of the bus jolted me back to reality. I stood up hastily and rushed towards the bus, clutching my bag tightly.

I looked a bit disheveled, and no one on the bus would suspect that I was the wife of the country's richest businessman.

Despite holding a position of power, here I was, taking the subway and living a seemingly ordinary life.

All the seats on the bus were occupied, so I had to stand, gripping the handrail for support. I avoided making eye contact with anyone, although there was no particular reason to do so.

The bus ride went unusually smoothly, and when it finally arrived at my destination, I disembarked and headed straight home.

Of course, Alexander would be there, most likely working in his study or taking a nap. He was the kind of man every woman desired-the epitome of perfection.

Handsome, wealthy, and more. Every woman longed for a man like him, and just like any other girl, I fell in love with a man like him. But it was an unexpected turn of events.

Falling in love was wonderful, but with a man I was forced to marry? It would have been better if he reciprocated the same feelings.

Then it struck me-Alexander Quinn, the man adored by all, was nothing more than a cruel individual who wouldn't spare a second glance at his wife, despite my best efforts to capture his attention. I didn't even receive 5% of his attention, let alone 20%.

Lost in my thoughts, I walked down the desolate road and arrived home very late. Unlocking the door, I found Alexander sitting by the fireplace, engrossed in a book.

He was still dressed in his suit, indicating that he had just returned. His dark hair was neatly combed back, with a strand cascading down his face.

His brown eyes peered at me, as if searching for answers. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, admiring his face while he glared at me. Even after living with him for three years, he still appeared as the same incredibly handsome man I had fallen in love with.

"Are you just going to stand there, or will you fix me something to eat?" Alex yelled, and I let out a sigh, rushing to the kitchen.

I quickly prepared a meal and served it to him. He ate in silence, while I sat there, observing him, admiring him. I simply wanted to see him eat.

My appetite had vanished, but watching him consume the food made me feel satiated. He chewed on the meat for a while, stopping halfway, and then looked up to gaze at me.

"I'm not really hungry. I had some snacks earlier, so I'm full," I said, and Alex swallowed the meat in his mouth, setting down his cutlery.

"Are you sure it's not because you're trying to poison me with food?" Alex inquired, raising his eyebrows with a frown. Fear gripped me as the realization of his lack of trust struck a chord of sadness within me.

"What?" I exclaimed, and Alex scoffed, a grin forming on his face. "Perhaps you've grown tired of my presence and now wish to watch me eat myself to death, so that you can inherit all my possessions and salvage your bankrupt company with my money," Alex said, his frown deepening. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to hold them back.

The word "bankruptcy" caused my stomach to churn. A sharp pain pierced through my belly, and I squeezed it with my hand, attempting to suppress my tears.

"Forget it! I've lost my appetite. I want something else. Clean this up and meet me upstairs in five minutes," Alex ordered, rising from his seat in an unusual manner.

He was dressed in his pajamas and appeared pale. He walked towards the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

It could only mean one thing-he desired me for one purpose alone. It was the only time we shared together, but not in the tender way most couples do. It was a harsh encounter.

I quickly washed the dishes and headed upstairs. I accomplished thePOV (Olivia) continued:

task he had demanded, knowing that resisting his orders would only lead to further conflict. I stood outside the bedroom door, hesitating for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest.

Taking a deep breath, I turned the doorknob and entered the room. The sight that greeted me was a stark reminder of the lack of warmth and intimacy in our relationship.

Alex lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, devoid of any emotion. Without a word, he gestured for me to join him. I approached the bed cautiously, feeling a mix of apprehension and resignation.

As the door closed behind me, I knew that this was the reality of my life-trapped in a loveless marriage, where physical intimacy was devoid of any emotional connection.

For the next few minutes, I complied with his demands, my mind drifting away from the present. I thought about the baby growing inside me, the life that I carried, and the weight of the decisions I had to make.

After it was over, Alex turned away, dismissing me without a single word. I gathered my clothes and left the room, feeling a profound sense of emptiness. I retreated to the solitude of my own thoughts, contemplating my next steps.

As I sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room, tears streamed down my face. I couldn't bear the thought of bringing a child into this loveless environment, subjected to the same emotional neglect that I endured.

The darkness of the room mirrored the darkness in my heart. I longed for a different life-for love, for companionship, for someone who would truly see me and cherish me for who I was.

But for now, I had to gather my strength and make a decision-a decision that would shape not only my life but also the life of the unborn child inside me.

With a heavy heart, I wiped away my tears, determined to find the strength to face the challenges ahead. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I had to find a way to break free from the chains that bound me and create a better future-for myself and for my child.

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