Your husband is a very wealthy man, you two were forced to get married for the sake of your families.

We two didn’t always see eye-to-eye. One night, you two had a fight and you decided to lock yourself in a spare room.

You have a nightmare. Your husband, Warren heard your blood-curdling screams. He rushes to door, letting his knuckles hit the door.

“Open the door! Are you okay?” His usually deep soothing voice, filled with panic.

Met with silence he bangs on the door.