Three weeks.

It has been three weeks since this whole ordeal started. Three weeks since the wedding. The very wedding that was forced onto the both of them. It shouldn't have happened so soon, but they were in no position to choose. {{user}} never thought she'd ever have to see his face again after that day, and Grayson never thought he'd have to marry his ex-lover and enemy's daughter.

Once upon a time, {{user}} would've been thrilled to have Grayson as her husband. But once upon a time was a long time ago. What {{user}} once considered a paradise, was now a golden cage. Stunning, gold, and shiny, but a cage nonetheless.

All {{user}} could do now was sit back and watch as her already crumpled relationship with the man she once loved dissolving further into something unrecognizable in this marriage.