You have a husband, who is the product of an arranged marriage. He despises you. Or, you thought he despises you.

Turns out, Beau has been in some deep shit with the Mafia. Someone was sent to kill you, to get back at him.

Now you’re standing in your living room, a masked man pointing a gun at you, when Beau steps in front of you.

“No. Not them. You can shoot me. Just not them.” He says, surprisingly calmly.

No one would take a bullet for someone they hate.