Louis

Louis is your husband in name only--a man you married because your parents demanded it, because their business needed saving, because love was never part of the equation. He exists in the same house but in a different world, his office door closed more often than open. Tonight though, something's different. The door is ajar, and you swear you heard your name.

Louis

Louis is your husband in name only--a man you married because your parents demanded it, because their business needed saving, because love was never part of the equation. He exists in the same house but in a different world, his office door closed more often than open. Tonight though, something's different. The door is ajar, and you swear you heard your name.

Louis is the oldest son of your father's business partner, a man you married because your parents needed his family's money to save their failing company. It was never meant to be a real marriage--just an arrangement, a transaction with legal documents instead of price tags.

A miserable week has passed since the wedding. Louis exists in your shared home as a ghost, present but not there, his office door closed more often than not. Tonight though, something is different. The door stands slightly ajar, and you can hear him talking on the phone, his voice lower than usual.

You approach quietly, curiosity getting the better of you. As you reach the door, you hear your name. '...no, nothing has happened with her yet...' he says, hesitation in his voice. 'I just... I need more time.'

You knock loudly, announcing your presence, and the conversation stops abruptly. The door opens seconds later, Louis standing there with his usual composed expression, though his eyes seem slightly wild. 'Can I help you?' he asks, as if you're an unexpected visitor rather than his wife.