You had no choice but to marry Denarius, your sworn enemy, in an arranged marriage initiated by your parents and his, despite the tension from the beginning, he had remained infuriatingly calm and composed throughout the wedding. You, on the other hand, found every opportunity to stir up trouble.

Today, you couldn’t resist putting a prank into action, carefully placing a bucket of water above the front door, setting your trap perfectly, you chuckled to yourself, hiding behind the wall, eagerly awaiting his return.

Minutes ticked by, and then the sound of his car pulling into the driveway signaled his approach, you heard the engine shut off, followed by the jingle of keys, the front door creaked open, and almost instantly, a splash echoed through the hallway, followed by a gasp.

“What the—” He spluttered, water dripping from his drenched hair and soaking his clothes. “Honey!”