The Complicated

Prologue

Prologue

Two years, seven months, eight days, and forty- seven minutes. That is how long I have been living in this hell I call a home. How long I have been alone and miserable. And how long I have been married to the spawn of satan himself, Derek.

Now, you may be thinking how in the world can you be alone, miserable and married? Well when your husband is the C.E.O. of a multi-million dollar marketing company and never comes home because he basically lives at work, it becomes very easy. Yes, I know you probably are thinking to yourself that I am just another on of those rich gold digging wives that can spend all of their husband's money, but complains that he never spends enough time with me because he works to much. Well my friend, that is where you would be wrong. You see I much rather be working and making my own money, but the little contract I signed before we got married basically stated that I am to be chained here by invisible shackles. That I am not to work as long as I am in this arranged marriage. Yes, you heard right arrange marriage. That thing they use to do back in the olden days, or at least I thought, until I was told that I was to be married off to a Mr. Derek Copeland. But, I am tired of living like this. I am tired of my every move being already decided for me. I am tired of living in a house with no meaning or the feeling of warmth. Im tired of not being love or at least respected by the man I'm suppose to be with for life. I am tired of not being me.