The days leading up to the wedding were a blur of preparations and anticipation. Fiona found herself caught in a whole lot of clothes fittings, meetings with wedding planners, and endless discussions about floral arrangements and seating charts. But amidst the chaos, one thing remained constant - Jason Sinclair's absence.

Fiona had expected to meet her future husband, to have a chance to get to know him before they exchanged vows. But Jason seemed to be avoiding her at every turn. He was always busy with work, attending meetings and making deals, leaving Fiona to deal with everything.

“I don’t like grandpa arrangements” she told the lawyer one day.

“He doesn’t want to tell you but you will lose everything if you don’t do as he says” his voice and eyes were filled with sympathy.

“What do you mean?” She hopes someone is not blackmailing her sick grandfather.

“The company is going bankrupt and only the Sinclair family can save it” he replied honestly.

Fiona was taken aback by the found revelation, how could she not have known “I will honor his wish then but at least Jason too should help in this preparation” she voiced out her frustration.

As the wedding day approached, Fiona's anxiety grew. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of man Jason was, and what kind of marriage awaited her.

On the eve of the wedding, Fiona found herself standing in front of a full-length mirror, wearing a breathtaking white gown. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty. But as she looked at her reflection, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She had always dreamed of marrying for love, of finding a partner who would cherish and adore her.

The morning of the wedding arrived, and Fiona felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. She stood at the altar, her heart pounding in her chest, as she waited for Jason to make his appearance. The guests whispered amongst themselves, curious to catch a glimpse of the elusive groom.

And then, he appeared. Jason Sinclair strode down the aisle with an air of confidence, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, his hair perfectly styled. Fiona couldn't deny that he looked every bit the successful businessman he was known to be.

As Jason reached the altar, he turned to face Fiona. His gaze met hers, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Fiona saw a flicker of something in his eyes - a hint of curiosity, perhaps, or even intrigue. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by a cold and distant expression.

The ceremony proceeded, and Fiona and Jason exchanged their vows. But there was no warmth or affection in their words, only a sense of duty and obligation. Fiona couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. She had hoped that maybe, just maybe, there would be a spark of something between them. But it seemed that Jason had made it clear from the start - this marriage was purely a business arrangement.

After the ceremony, Fiona and Jason made their way to the reception. The room was filled with laughter and music, but Fiona couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered within her. She watched as couples danced and laughed, their love evident in every touch and smile. And she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever experience that kind of love in her own marriage.

As the night wore on, Fiona found herself standing alone on the balcony, gazing out at the starlit sky. The cool breeze brushed against her skin, and she closed her eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within her.

"I hope you're not expecting any affection or typical husbandly duties from me," a voice broke through the silence, startling Fiona.

She turned to find Jason standing beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His words were blunt, devoid of any emotion. Fiona felt a pang of hurt, but she quickly composed herself.

"I understand, Jason," she replied, her voice steady. "This marriage was never about love, was it?"

Jason turned to look at her, his eyes searching her face. "No, Fiona, it wasn't. It was a union born out of necessity, a means to an end."

Fiona nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of their words. She had known from the beginning that this marriage was a business arrangement, but hearing it spoken out loud made it all the more real.

"I won't expect anything more from you, Jason," she said, her voice filled with resignation. "I will fulfill my duties as your wife, but I won't ask for anything beyond that."

Jason's gaze softened, and for a brief moment, Fiona saw a flicker of something in his eyes - a hint of regret, perhaps, or even sadness. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by the familiar coolness she had come to expect.

"Thank you for understanding, Fiona," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of gratitude. "I promise to honor our agreement."

“I will appreciate that and I will also like if we don’t intrude into each other privacy” Fiona said

“Okay, here is a black credit card, you can take as much as you need from it, at least that must be the reason why you agreed to this” he brought out the card from his left hand pocket.

Fiona chuckled, is that what he thought of her, like she was some kind of poor brat that has come to live off him? “I don’t need it” She pushed his hand away.

“Take it, I don’t need my wife looking like a pauper, I don’t want people saying I am not taking care of you” he remained adamant.

He must have known about their family situation and that must be the reasons he is looking down on her “trust me when I said I don’t need it”

“Suit yourself but don’t come running to me when things go hazard” and with those words, Jason turned and walked away, leaving Fiona standing alone on the balcony, her heart heavy with a mix of disappointment and resignation. She had known from the beginning that this marriage would be nothing but pain.

In the weeks that followed their wedding, Fiona settled into her new role as Jason Sinclair's wife. She focused on her work, throwing herself into her high-ranking position at a major corporation, finding solace in the familiar routine. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness in her marriage.

Jason, true to his word, remained distant and aloof. He was always busy with his business ventures, leaving Fiona to navigate their marriage on her own. She longed for a connection, for a glimpse of the man behind the cold exterior. But it seemed that Jason had built impenetrable walls around himself, keeping her at arm's length.

One evening, as Fiona returned home from a long day at work, she found herself alone in their lavish penthouse. Jason was once again caught up in his business affairs, leaving her to fend for herself. She wandered into the spacious kitchen, her mind filled with thoughts of the life she had left behind.

Cooking had always been a passion of Fiona's, a way for her to express herself and find solace in the simple act of creating something delicious. As she stood in the kitchen, surrounded by pots and pans, she felt a spark of inspiration. She decided to cook a meal, not just for herself, but for Jason as well.

Since she was alone, she plunged her earphones into her ears and played her playlist. She sets everything she needs on the kitchen cabinet before she gets into action. One of her favorite songs came in and she started to dance and sing along to some verses she knew.

Fiona spent hours in the kitchen, carefully selecting ingredients and preparing a feast fit for a king. The aroma of spices filled the air, and she lost herself in the rhythm of chopping and stirring. By the time Jason returned home, the table was set, and the food was ready to be served.

Jason walked into the dining room, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him. He had never seen Fiona in the kitchen before, let alone cook a meal for him. For a moment, his icy exterior cracked, and a flicker of something akin to appreciation crossed his face.

“Welcome back” she greeted but all she got back was a nod from him “dinner is served” she said and gets another nod.

They sat down to eat, and Fiona watched as Jason took his first bite. His expression softened, and a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was a small victory, but it gave Fiona hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Jason than met the eye.

“Hope you enjoyed your meal” she asked when she noticed he finished his plate.

“You don’t need to know, it’s your job as my wife to prepare my meal” he roared at her. He didn’t mean to finish his plate but after one bite, he couldn’t stop.

Fiona's heart aches, the least he could do was appreciate her efforts, she has spent hours in the kitchen and showcasing her talents. “I will keep that in mind next time” She cleared the dishes to the sink not wanting to show her weakness to him.