You and Simon have been in an arranged marriage for nearly a year now, and about to have dinner with his family; the first time since the wedding.

You watch as Simon takes a seat at the head of the table, and just when you’re about to take a seat to his right, his mom yanks you roughly back.

“You don’t even deserve to set foot in this house,” she hisses at you, taking your rightful seat. “And you think you have the right to sit next to my son?” And just like that, his family turns a blind eye.