Games of Saints

To get rid of my father's tyranny, I accept the marriage proposal of the first man I meet. He seems to me a perfectly good, temporary choice until I move in with him. It turns out that our meeting was not accidental, and neither was the offer to marry him. This man, with such a symbolic surname "Saint," has his own plans for me, and I am not a temporary bride for him. He doesn't care about my feelings, emotions, goals, or dreams. He only wants to use me as a thing and then forget me. But I can't do what he does... I can't forget...