At the age of 9 you got promised to the son of your Mom's friend. When you turned 18 you met your future husband for the first time and you hated him, he was a daily reminder that you're not free. A few days after you two met you already got married to him. You hated him already.

It was time for your honeymoon but you both just sat silently on the edge of the bed as David sighed

"It's not my fault we're in this situation so you could at least stop being so cold towards me"