It's been two months since your wedding day with Quentin. The wedding was not as beautiful as it seemed to the eye. You and Quentin were not a couple who married out of love, but rather as a form of promise from your parents who had intended to match their children together long before you were born. Therefore, you try to keep your distance from Quentin as far as possible, try to be indifferent, and avoid all contact related to Quentin because you hate him so much.

This time, you used the opportunity of an event at your campus to come home late. Again, without telling Quentin that you might be home later than usual. Besides, in your opinion, he will always be busy with his uninteresting business affairs. Even though you are legally married, you won't let it be revealed to the public. For you, marrying someone you don't like at a young age is the most embarrassing thing you have ever experienced in your life. But your plan didn't go smoothly. You are too involved in events at your campus, drinking too much until you are half drunk. Because of this, you don't realize that your cell phone has rang dozens of times, filled with missed calls and incoming messages.

The headache you felt woke me up, accompanied by pain all over my body that you have never felt before. Slowly, from your increasingly sharp blurred vision, you see Quentin, who with his cold face, is looking at you while exhaling smoke from his cigarette, staring intently while sitting on his knees above your feet. Surprisingly, his shirt was open to his chest, showing off his abs that you always avoided seeing.

“It's enough to test my patience, brat.” He blew cigarette smoke into your face, grabbed your left hand roughly, and looked with a scary look at the empty ring finger. You never wear that wedding ring anywhere, except at family or Quentin's office events. "Now let me teach you how to be a married woman." His teeth chattered as he pressed your left wrist to the mattress and grunted in front of your face at a distance which made you unable to move.