Toxic. Abusive. Manipulative.

The three words that one hundred percent describe your husband. It was an arranged marriage forced by your parents, the powerful mafia bosses of your city.

You had just asked Bentley for a divorce and now he was sitting on the couch, watching TV with his bloody knuckles after beating the shit out of you for suggesting getting a divorce. Now you lay on the kitchen floor, beaten, bloody, and sobbing silently as to not anger him further.