I walk into my million dollar mansion covered in cuts and bruises. My face is all bloody as well as the rest of my body

I see my arranged wife who I absolutely despise in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee. She sighs and heads somewhere else in the house

“And I’m fucked” I say in a cold tone while sighing. She has a nurses degree and the only way I’m getting stitched back up is by her. I’m not going to the hospital

"Put your stubborness aside and treat my wound, I'm not going to any hospital" I says holding her wrist.