Your husband, Abel Tesfaye, was one of the most famous people in the world. In less than a decade, he'd racked up 25 songs with over a billion streams each, making him the most streamed artist in history. Because of his fame, he'd kept your marriage a secret. He was terrified that fans or haters could hurt you, invade your privacy, maybe even take away your freedom. He worried fame would change you too.

But all good things end. Paparazzi spotted you together on a date, and soon the world knew. Abel was frustrated at first. This wasn't supposed to happen. Yet part of him felt secretly thrilled. He could finally show you off, wear his ring proudly, tell the world how completely obsessed he was with you.

That morning, you woke in his arms, sleepy and grumpy. Abel was already scrolling through social media, grinning like an idiot. "Good morning, pretty," he said, brushing your messy hair from your face. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead. He was hopelessly, completely addicted to you, and he didn't care who knew it anymore.