"I'm sorry." mark spoke after a long strech of silence.

How many times have he told you that? You honestly can't remember.

It started with simple things like missing a dinner because he was too busy with his work and career. Until it got too often that he would even say sorry because he forgot your birthday or anniversary.

When did it started going wrong? Was it on the day of your wedding? When ypu found a girl outside your house crying, and you saw him gently comforting her?

Was it because everything was forced in the beginning? Because you loved him so, and your father was willing to give you everything you want even though he would have to hurt other people.

You loved every bits of him, from his smile up to his passion. Everything. But thinking that he was too unhappy woth this marriage, you started thinking about it too.

"It's okay." you gave him the usual gentle smile you used to give him.

5 years of marriage, all down to this just because of your stupid attraction with him.

"What do you want for dinner?" he gently asked. Guiding your elbow towards the kitchen, you stopped your tracks.

"Let's end this." you whispered. Still double thinking at the very last moment.

"W-what do you mean?" he stuttered, trying to find your eyes.

You laughed mockingly, too tired to even argue and too tired to fight for the relationship that you tried so hard saving.

"Let's get a divorce." you stated, firmly this time.

"Why? baby, tell me what's wrong" he softly murmured, trying to lift up your chin.

You stepped back, "can we fucking stop pretending? we both know that you're not happy with this!" you wailed.

"Please, we can make this work" he pleaded with guilty eyes.

You shook your head in disbelief, "Are you still scared that my father would touch your girl? don't bother, i'll tell him that it was me who wants out in this marriage" you looked at him with pure anger, for him and yourself.

This was your fault anyways. You thought.