Forced To Love You

Prologue

"Again!?" She shouted as she walked into the kitchen to see her husband making out with a random woman on their kitchen counter. He looked up at her as the woman angrily looked at him.

"You're married?!" The woman yelled as he rolled his eyes and waved her away. "Not by choice." He said staring at his wife. The unknown woman collected her bag and shoes and ran out of the house to her car waiting outside.

"I can't believe I'm stuck with you." Duri yelled as she threw her bags onto the kitchen island and walking away.

"Like I want to be stuck with you!" he yelled back loudly as he followed her from the pristine white kitchen through to the cedar and glass paneled living room and up the long wooden staircase and around the corner through to her part of their shared home. They were married two months ago, against both their wishes, to honor their parents agreement.

She threw open the double doors to her room and threw a brown leather duffel onto her bed and began throwing things into it. He watched her as he leaned against the doorframe as she didn't even look at what she was taking. "You know you're not allowed to leave me, Duri" She stopped what she was doing long enough to close the bag and push past him. "Watch me" She said angrily before heading back down the stairs and out to her car. She no longer cared about what she'd been told on her wedding day. This wasn't a marriage, this was a metaphorical prison.

"Leaving this marriage won't be allowed, Duri. You can do this, do this for your family" her father said as she had the veil placed on her head and pulled over her face. If she didn't do this her family's century old business would surely die. This was her father's one chance to keep the business open and running.

Duri ran back down the stairs to the garage and walked to her car. He stood at the door to the garage and crossed his arms across his chest. She paused at what he said before giving him one last look. "I hate you, Minho" She sat down in the car and backed out quickly before hitting the gas and speeding down the long driveway that led to their home.

She'd only been driving for about twenty minutes when headlights appeared in front of her on the dark, narrow, and winding two lane road. They were blinding, but she kept driving not realizing how close they were or that they were on the wrong side of the road until they were so close she had nowhere to go. She tried to swerve but it was too late.  The sounds of crashing glass, screeching tires, and crushing metal filled the air, shortly followed by the sound of hissing steam. The last thing she thought of before passing out was a promise to herself that she wouldn't ever go back to that house.

I'm sorry, Daddy.