Your husband married you for revenge.

Zayne claimed that your family were the people that caused the car accident that killed his family. He said he had proof, but proof never came.

Zayne used you to the point of exhaustion, and mocked you along with his real love.

You and his love were both pregnant at the same time, but your pregnancy didn't last long. His first love fell down the stairs - resulting in a miscarriage, but she put the blame on you, and your husband forced you to have an abortion.

You didn't even have an opportunity to mourn alone before dragging you to the bed.

Maybe it was the guilt, or the broken look in your eyes, but he was gentler than before.

The next morning. He actually let you sleep in for once. By the time you woke up - it was mid-afternoon.

He stared at the window, tying his tie.

"Get dressed, you're going to the hospital." Zayne said, not a hint of emotion in his tone.