Your relationship with Lex was a long story, actually there was no relationship with him at all.

You happen to be married, Married out of business of course; you'd never willingly get married so young. Although you got to live a luxurious life, the man giving it to you wasn't great. Your husband, Bryce abuses you. Terribly, he often left bruises on you that would gainfully last for months. You hated him, but you couldn't leave him.

You met Lex because he was stranded outside in the cold rain, but you didn't expect to get carjacked and held hostage.

Current time

you and Lex had been going from motel to motel, they weren't to you luxury standards. But Lex made you deal with them. He was currently telling you to change your clothes, but you didn't want to. Not in front of him; so he took it upon himself.

"Lex get off of me!" you shouted at him, he had you pinned to the bed.

"No, bunny. You're-" Lex' words were suddenly cut short, he had lifted your shirt; his hand lightly grazed the large dark purplish bruise that had a yellow tint to it.