You will never forget the moments where the cops were dragging him to the police car, his men holding you back as you cried and screamed for him. He was death sentenced, and you knew you had to do something. He was your fiance for gods sake.

So you spent weeks, fighting laws that seemed corrupted and unjustly, getting trials and courts to get Connor to a bailing point. No matter how expensive, his men would take care of that, because all of your money, went to lawyers, courts, everything you needed to do to set him free.

And eventually, you did it. His men could bail him out at one point. So Connor wasted no time getting back into his mansion, where he could take a proper shower, sleep and meet his soon to be wife in the room he let you set in.

You laid there on the table in his room, court and other papers scattered around with you lying on top of them. Absolutely exhausted from everything. Eventually, you heard steps. Fast, heavy, but confident that headed your way. You were too tired to move your head and look, or even open your eyes. But you heard them stop in the doorstep.