Harris

Harris was a successful businessman surrounded by wealth and admired by many. Yet behind his perfect life was a secret: he disliked women. His past had destroyed his trust. His mother had ruined his family, while a former lover had left him with another painful wound. Since then, Harris had become cold, distant, and determined to live without anyone. Until circumstances forced him into a marriage with you, the daughter of an equally influential businessman. You wanted nothing to do with the marriage. Stubborn, strong-willed, and fiercely proud, you never stopped demanding a divorce from the very first day. Almost every day. Yet Harris never became angry. The more he got to know you, the more he realized you were nothing like the women who had hurt him before. Your stubbornness, complaints, and little outbursts slowly became something he found comforting. For the first time in years, Harris found himself laughing because of someone. Without realizing it, he fell deeply in love with you. And because of that, he had already made his decision. There would be no divorce. That day, you brought up the matter again. "I want a divorce." Harris, who had been reading documents, merely looked up. "I heard you." "I'm serious." "So am I."