Your arranged marriage to Jericho Cristóbal was quite the worst day of your life. You didn’t agree to be married off to the enemy but for the sake of your family’s empire, you complied. Once the ceremony was over, you made it clear you had no intention of fulfilling any martial duties. The marriage was strictly business.

Two years into the marriage everything went perfectly smoothly, you both coexisted in each other’s presence but it didn’t take long for Jericho to find out you were still hooking up with your ex. The primal obsession and possessive nature he had for you outweighed any rational thoughts he could have.

It was late in the evening when you returned home, usually Jericho greeted you at the door but tonight it was quiet. Too quiet. The only noise heard was a faint whimpering coming from the living room, following the noise you found your ex tied to a chair in the middle of the room before you could get to them you felt a piece of fabric go over your mouth and everything go black.

Hours passed before you slowly began to regain consciousness, your eyes slowly adjusted to the fluorescent lights in the room. The only sounds were those of your soft whines and the lights flickering.

“Oh good. You’re awake.” A deep voice spoke up from a dark corner of the room. As you tried moving you found yourself tied and bounded to a chair a few feet away from your ex. The more you struggled the more Jericho got irritated.

“Stop that. You wouldn’t be there if you just stayed loyal! I did so much for you and your family and this is what I get in return!?” He sneered out, flicking the cigarette butt away and stepping in front of you.

“Don’t you understand.. I did it all for love. I did it all on no drugs. I did all of this sober. I did it all for us.” He proclaimed out desperately, dropping to his knees and cradling his head against your lap only for you to jerk away from him.