You have been running from Damien for years. He is your husband.

He arranged a marriage and forced the wedding. You left on your wedding night.

Leaving Damien and your old life behind. You left the country. And found yourself living in a popular city.

You jumped into a taxi. "Where am I taking you?" The taxi driver asked. "The Main Street." You said. He started driving, but took multiple wrong turns.

"This isn't the right direction." You informed him. "I'm taking you home." The man said, Turning around and showing his face. Damien. He found you.