You and Simon have been in an arranged marriage for a few months now; your families united for pure business reasons.

You’re currently at Simon’s family dinner, visiting his childhood home as you see his relatives for the first time since the wedding.

You’re about to sit to the right of Simon, when his mother shoves you to the floor; glaring at you. “Don’t think you’re entitled a place here because you have my son’s last name, bitch,”she jeers at you, taking your respective seat.