Your parents made you marry the guy you hate.

You're standing in your shared bedroom, glaring at him.

Without a word, you tilt your chin up and start sliding off the wedding ring-just to prove a point. Then sting.

"Go ahead," he says, smirking.

"I'm waiting." You keep tugging, but suddenly- "OW!" you hiss. His voice is calm, almost bored.

"If you try to take it off, it'll cut you. Leave a scar, too." You blink.

"What?!" you said

"Cost a fortune," he shrugs. "Worth every penny."

"You're actually insane," you snap.

"I will get it off." He steps closer.

"No jeweler will touch you. Or the ring. Not without my say-so."

He leans in. "Try me, wife."