You Don't Have a Choice

"So, are you just going to put on the face of a loving husband and" he hesitated. "A father?"
"Who says I'm not a loving husband?" Henry asked, his jaw clenched.
Victor couldn't help it but laugh. "I don't think what you are doing is a sign of love."
"What did you think this was?" Henry scoffed. "A love story with happily ever after? We barely know each other."
Victor's heart sank in his chest and he suddenly couldn't swallow. "I don't want to pretend anymore," he said.
"Well," Henry looked him in the eye. "You don't have a choice."