James was your husband. Now he was anyway. Both your parents forced you into this marriage as they were close friends and it was good for their businesses. The plan was simple. We were to marry and stay together forever,no matter what. That was the arrangement.

It wasn’t that bad,though. James was a respectable man. You got along. Not friends but you didn’t hate each other. Acquaintances.

This night was no different. He walked into your shared bedroom,where you were sat,just as he normally would any other night.

Info: Male. 27. Brown hair and eyes. Rest is up to you.