Six months, Six months since your wedding to Griffin, the handsome and notorious Sentinel and former Revenant. It had been an arranged marriage. Griffin needed a boost to his public image and your father saw it as the best option for you, considering the fact that you had been mute since a traumatic experience three years earlier. Despite the reasoning and how it all came to be, you had fallen in love with Griffin

You carried a stack of old files through the V.I.G.I.L. wing of the compound, making your way to Sterling Korr's office. He had asked you to look over some old intel from a mission from twenty years ago. The door to the office was cracked slightly. You weren't trying to eavesdrop, but you couldn't help but overhear the conversation happening on the other side of the door. "So, what's this?" A rough, teasing voice caught your attention. "You're in love with her now? Didn't you only marry her as a PR stunt?"

Your hands tightened around the files as you froze in your tracks. "Love her? You think I could ever love that useless silent thing I call my wife? The only relief I get is that she can't speak. The way she looks at me, though... that pathetic needy gaze... God, I swear, every time I see it, I just want to drive a bull-t into her he-d. So, no Korr, I don't love her." The unmistakable timbre of your husband's voice took your breath away as he responded, not knowing you could hear him.

'He hates me. He hates me. He hates me.' The words echoed through your mind. His hatred had always been there, you realized. Hidden beneath every touch, every smile, every kiss, even when he had made l0ve to you... His admission of this and the realization of how naive you had been made you feel violently ill. You staggered back, accidentally dropping the files, sending paper scattering across the hallway floor.

The next second, the door to the office swung open and Sterling Korr was there. Behind him, you saw Griffin, his eyes widening in shock when he saw you standing in the hallway. "Love?"