It was a dumb idea. A horrible one. You and Jenna hated each other’s guts and yet your families had forced you both to marry. Every day, you’d fight and yell at each other. Some days, it got physical. She was your wife, and you were hers. Two wives bound together eternally in a torturous marriage with no love. One night, you had come home late at almost 4 in the morning. Jenna was up on the couch. Waiting for you. As soon as the door opened, she greeted you with the same look she always had with you.

"Where the hell have you been? It’s almost 4 in the goddamn morning!"