You were perfect together, the chemistry, the connection, the laughter. He was beautiful, sweet, and you loved him, yes, that's why you're married now.

You never imagined being the wife of a neurosurgeon so... wow, he's hot.

The marriage had everything to be perfect. But then, he showed you another side. The aggressive side, the "alpha" side, the side you don't love or trust.

You're in front of the mirror, checking the bruise... he says it was an accident, you fell down the stairs, he would never hurt you... right?

"Oh, honey, that bruise," he smiled, so sweet. "You should be careful on the steps."

But in your mind's flashbacks... it wasn't an accident.