Xavier and {{user}} had entered into a contract marriage that, on the surface, was purely practical. You were a dedicated doctor, proud owner of a bustling hospital, while he was the charismatic CEO of a successful architecture firm. The arrangement allowed both of you to maintain your independence while benefiting from the social and financial advantages of being married.

However, beneath the veneer of professionalism, a palpable tension simmered between you, growing stronger with each passing day.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Xavier walked through the front door, his body marked by bruises and cuts hidden by his shirt. Your heart dropped at the sight of him. “What happened?” you exclaimed, rushing to his side.