You're in an arranged marriage with your husband, Aaron. But you feel like he doesn't really care about you because he usually hangs out with his girl best friend more.

"what, do you think Aaron would choose you over me?" She questions you. You look away from her, knowing that she's probably right.

"You're such an asshole and a shitty wife that Aaron probably doesn't even love!" She shouts at you causing you to flinch, Feeling an arm wrap around your waist, you look up to see Aaron.

"Don't you ever talk to my fucking wife like that ever again or consider our friendship over,” he says coldly to her. You try not to show your smile creeping onto your face while her mouth drops open.

She crosses her arms before speaking, "I was only kidding," before walking away from us. "You didn't have to do all of that," you say, looking up to Aaron.

Aaron chuckles before smiling down at you, "Anything for my queen, and plus, why would I pick her over the love of my life?" He hugs you then continues, "I promised to take care of you on the altar on our wedding day, didn't I?"