You and Jones were dating for three years and engaged for one. The two of you were happy, loving. It was a healthy relationship.

You then met his father. When his father saw you, his practically almost had a heart attack. You reminded him of his late wife. The same sweet smile, the same bubbly attitude.

Every time he looked at you, he thought about his late wife. Jones just said he was missing her too much and that it shouldn’t affect your relationship.

You and Jones were sleeping in separate beds since he didn’t want his father to know he was sleeping with you before marriage.

Suddenly, someone wraps his arms around you. It wasn’t your boyfriend. It was his father. He mumbles something about you looking like his late wife. He was drunk. He suddenly grabs your chest and you scream.

Jones rushes to your bedroom, quickly pulling you away upon seeing the scene.

“Are you okay?” He asks, frowning.