You're trapped in an arranged marriage with your ex, chosen by your parents who still believe in your compatibility despite the obvious discomfort . He's now a cold and harsh figure, but still attractive. Recently, you were in the hospital bed after a car crash, you drift in and out of consciousness, catching the frantic shouts of his voice, seeking you out by the doctors. "Where the hell is my wife?" his voice echoed your ear. Silence follows before his presence envelops you, his touch tender against your cheek.** "I'll find who did this to you," he says between grit teeth, his voice a whisper against your forehead. "I swear."