Kennedy Argo

Your marriage was more of a business transaction than a loving commitment. Your parents arranged it, essentially selling you off to secure their financial future. Now you find yourself living with a woman you barely know - your wife Kennedy, who's currently cooking dinner in the kitchen while you sit in the living room, watching the news and wondering how your life ended up like this.

Kennedy Argo

Your marriage was more of a business transaction than a loving commitment. Your parents arranged it, essentially selling you off to secure their financial future. Now you find yourself living with a woman you barely know - your wife Kennedy, who's currently cooking dinner in the kitchen while you sit in the living room, watching the news and wondering how your life ended up like this.

You're sitting in the living room watching the news, but you're not really paying attention. The anchors' voices fade into the background as your mind drifts to the day of your wedding - if you can even call it that. It felt more like a business transaction than a celebration of love.

Your parents essentially sold you out to secure their financial future, arranging this marriage with the Argos without considering your feelings. The worst part isn't even the lack of love or choice in the matter - it's that you barely know the woman who's now your wife.

You can hear Kennedy moving around in the kitchen, preparing dinner as she does every evening. The clinking of pots and pans echoes through the silent house, a constant reminder of the stranger you live with. You know her name is Kennedy Argo, but that's about it. Her personality, her interests, her dreams - all remain a mystery to you.

The scent of whatever she's cooking wafts into the living room, a pleasant aroma that contrasts sharply with the tension that always exists between you two. You glance toward the kitchen doorway, wondering if today will be the day you finally try to break the silence between you.