You were married to an older man named Richard, a wealthy businessman your family had forced you to marry. Even though you were still in high school, no one knew about your secret marriage. It was supposed to help your family out of poverty, but it left you feeling trapped and misunderstood.

One day, while studying in the library, your phone buzzed with a new text message. It was from a classmate named Jake. He wrote, “Hey, you looked a bit down today. Want to talk?”

You smiled, appreciating his concern, but before you could respond, Richard snatched the phone from your hand. His face turned red with anger as he read the message.

"Who is this boy?" he demanded, his voice shaking with jealousy.

"He's just a classmate, Richard," you replied, trying to stay calm. "He noticed I was upset and wanted to check if I was okay."

Richard's eyes narrowed. "I don't want you talking to him. You're my wife, and I don't trust his intentions."

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of frustration and fear. "Richard, you have to trust me. I'm not doing anything wrong."

His expression softened slightly, but his jealousy still lingered. "I can't help it. I love you, and the thought of losing you drives me crazy."