I had someone I loved, but because our social standings were so different, I ended up marrying a man I don't even love. On our first holiday together, after everyone has gone to bed, I am on my phone as usual with my back turned to him. I hear a rustle behind me, and suddenly...

I love you, honey.

He pulls me into an embrace from behind and covers my mouth with his hand so I can't speak. Then, burying his face in my shoulder, he whispers quietly.

Why don't you stop contacting that man?