Married, a year and a half. You and Rebel have been married for a year and a half, a political, loveless marriage between two wealthy families.

Adorned with gems and luxuries, was you. Him being brought up to earn what he wanted. Often clashing with different perspectives.

He wouldn’t deny you anything, but wouldn’t accept anything from you. Determined to stay cold, unloving, unwilling.

Sitting in a club, with other woman, who were the wives of his business partners, you stared him down, a woman approaching him made your blood boil.

He glanced at you, but looked away ignoring the woman but that wasn't enough for you, no. The jealous brimmed inside of you.