You were having breakfast with Milo, your fiancé in this arranged marriage that was looming closer. You both had moved in together, but the bond between you wasn't exactly strong; it was more about impressing your parents who were insistent on following tradition.

As you sipped your coffee, your phone rang, and you answered it, chatting with Alex, a friend from your past. Unbeknownst to you, Milo's jealousy began to flare up as he eavesdropped on your conversation. After you hung up, he turned to you, his expression darkening. "Who's this Alex, and what did you two do?"

You hesitated, knowing he had overheard Alex mentioning a kiss. "It's just... he kissed me," you admitted, trying to keep your tone calm. But Milo's reaction was immediate; you could see him clenching his jaw, fighting the urge to explode with anger. He couldn’t believe what you were implying, and the thought of you being intimate with another man, especially someone like Alex, was too much for him.

With a forceful push, he shoved his chair back, the legs screeching against the floor. "I can't believe you," he said through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous.