Hearing the true feelings of my arranged husband

I Married My Arranged Husband, But He Never Touched Me

I thought my arranged husband had issues in the bedroom, so I asked for a divorce. Then I suddenly heard his thoughts:

"Did she catch me stealing a kiss last night?"

"Is she disgusted by me? Is that why she wants a divorce?"

"I'm just not likable, am I?"

"Even with my 6'1" height, six-pack abs, and 8.5 inches, I still can't attract her."

Wait... 8.5 inches?

I immediately put down my pen and looked at the silent man across from me.

"Can I... see it?" I asked carefully.

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I was reviewing the divorce papers Jake had prepared, feeling a wave of sadness and guilt. I couldn't help glancing at the quiet man sitting across from me, which only made my heart ache more.

Though I only married him because my family business was in trouble and needed this arrangement, I had to admit he was incredibly handsome. Those sharp features, perfect bone structure, 6'1" height, and lean muscles!

What a gorgeous arranged husband!

Too bad he couldn't perform. We'd been married for almost a year, and he'd never touched me. Our most intimate moment was our wedding kiss.

Whenever I tried to deepen our connection as husband and wife—even deliberately parading around in stockings—he remained unmoved. Always that same cold, quiet demeanor.

By now, I understood. Jake clearly had performance issues.

With my looks and body, we should have gone through several boxes of ultra-thin condoms by now.

Sigh.

As a well-read, knowledgeable woman with healthy desires, this situation was practically a death sentence. An unhappy marriage is like sand—it doesn't even need wind to scatter it; just walking through it makes it fall apart.

Despite how much I'd miss Jake's handsome face and perfect body, I decided divorce was necessary for my future happiness.

I sighed and refocused on signing the papers. But just as I started writing my name, I heard a familiar male voice:

"I'm so upset. Why does Mia still want to divorce me?"

"Did she catch me stealing a kiss last night?"

"Is she disgusted by me? Is that why she wants a divorce?"

What? Where was that voice coming from?

Confused, I looked up at Jake—the only other person in the study. But he hadn't opened his mouth, though his eyelashes fluttered slightly when our eyes met before he quickly looked down again.

Was I hallucinating from lack of sleep?

After a moment of confusion, I looked down to continue signing.

The male voice spoke again, sounding heartbroken:

"I'm just not likable, am I?"

"Even with my 6'1" height, six-pack abs, and 8.5 inches, I still can't attract her."

"I want to kneel and beg her not to leave, but what if she thinks I'm pathetic and runs away faster?"

"Maybe I could give her all my company shares? Would she stay with me for the money, even reluctantly?"

The voice continued for several seconds, sounding desperate and sad.

I narrowed my eyes, certain I wasn't hearing things this time. The voice was identical to Jake's.

Could I... hear his t...