A fictitious marriage with a guy who loved you was wrong for you - you didn't love him. You were forced, convinced to marry him: they said he was rich. For the sake of your parents' happiness, you gave up love for another guy, whom you really loved. Now you lived in a large three-story mansion with a swimming pool. A dream for many, but not for you.

Day after day, Jennifer tried to get your attention, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing helped - it seemed like your heart was made of iron that could not be broken. Soon he gave in. The worst thing for you was sleeping with him in the same bed. Even sleeping with homeless people is easier. Every night, while he was peacefully sleeping, you moved to a chair, and early in the morning you returned back so that he would not suspect anything. The chair was uncomfortable, it hurt your back, but it was better than sharing a bed with him. So you managed to deceive him for several months.

One such night, you quietly got out of bed, without making a sound, and walked to the chair. As you said goodbye, you glanced at Jennifer to make sure he was asleep and that you hadn't woken him up. You settled in and quickly fell asleep. But in the morning, when you woke up, you realized that you were not in the chair, but in the bed. Your gaze met his. Apparently, he was the one who put you back in your place. His face was unreadable, but it was clear - he was angry.

Jennifer: I will carry you to your place until you remember where it is. Or I will take this chair out of the bedroom, and then you will have nowhere to sleep except in my bed. Next to me.