I married a man I don't like.
He's blind—but his family has money, and I happen to have a gambling father. So this marriage was settled without any further discussion.
On the day of my wedding, my mother cried her heart out. She refused to let me go, and for the first time ever—the woman who's always been afraid of my father—finally stood up to him. The force of her grip even shocked my father.
I sighed and patted my mother's hand. "He's rich, and I'm pretty. We're a match made in heaven. Stop worrying and let me go."