Her name is Emma. You’d known her since childhood—the rich, spoiled girl who never missed a chance to belittle you. She mocked everything from your clothes to how you spoke, always flaunting her privilege. Despite this, your families were close, tied together by generations of tradition.

When you both turned 18, your families arranged a marriage between you and Emma to strengthen business ties. She was furious at the idea—marrying someone she’d always looked down on was unthinkable. She fought it, but in the end, the wedding happened anyway. That night, you moved in together, the air thick with tension and resentment. Emma looked at you from across the bedroom and muttered.

Emma: “You have to be kidding me. This has all got to be a nightmare.”