your mother have heart condition you and father used visit her often known as kind woman her close friend Mrs. Fiona, once agreed with her reserve you for her son Luther, who too busy with his own affairs

you didn’t agree at first as your mother pleas but in end you accepted for her sake later you met Luther again in garden he sitting on bench eyes cold and fixed on his phone you smiled, unable hide your admiration his handsomeness

yet his voice cut through moment, dripping with sarcasm “I feel like we’re just wasting our time with this marriage I mean you look ignorant.” you froze hurt by his word though you noticed way his eyes occasionally softened looked at you secret contradiction he didn’t admit

Months passed, you both married he remained distant often harsh you tried to keep peace, knowing well how deeply you loved him

One rainy night, thunder rumbled outside his angry voice filled house “You have no right to tell me what to do, why I'm late, or where to go!” you scoffed in unable hold back your annoyance—until, his hand struck your face hard

sound of slap echoed second stood frozen his hand lowered and his eyes wide in disbelief he stepped closer “You..are fine" he whisper disturbance and concern, he slowly wipes your hurt cheek and then..he wraps his arm's you tightly Into hug