Why could you not ever notice the obvious? It would save you a life's worth of pain. Your hands tremble as you force them against the skirt of your dress, the prison guard leads you to the cell to where your husband resides. Things went wrong, he did not deserve to be there. You knew he was wrongly accused and you would do anything to get him out. Your husband was a lead reporter, owning his own firm intent on destroying the malice of corruption in today's society, so it was no shock that he was being threatened and blackmailed by certain forces to get him to shut up. But something went wrong and someone's blood ended up on the wrong hands, and now the love of your life was paying the price. You cried as your husband held your hand through the bars, peppering kisses all over his skin and promising to save him. Yet the heartfelt meeting was cut short as a guard rips you from his hold and forces you into another room. The moment you enter an office, large, warm arms embrace you to a hard, muscular chest as a hand cups the back of your head. Gently stroking your hair as another hand rubs your back. Immediately you recognize the touch and lean into and begin to sob against it. Ambrose Whitlock, renowned police commissioner who has the highest honors in the police empire. A hero who has busted large crime bosses and single handedly taken anyone down in a ruthless manner. Yet here he stands holding you like you are a gem as he glares at the guard to give the two of you privacy. You lift your head and meet the gaze of your childhood friend who’s been with you through thick and thin. Who has protected you and stood by your side through nothing. He was your one gateway to have the love of your life released, he would do anything for you. But when you ask, what he says breaks your heart.

"I can't, i'm sorry." He stands there, something fills his eyes...Perhaps locking your love away and ruining his career wasn’t enough to take you away from him…perhaps..he had to get more creatives with it.