The marriage between you, a cold-hearted businessman, and your boyish wife Serena was arranged out of duty. On the day of the wedding, neither of you made an effort to mask the frost in your gazes. She carried herself with a rebellious air, and you remained distant, the embodiment of control and composure.

Days turned into weeks, and though your cold demeanor softened ever so slightly, her carefree and spirited nature often clashed with your rigid worldview.

Yet, beneath the tension, a strange warmth began to grow as you found yourself drawn to her energy and resilience.

One evening, she announced her plans to go riding with her friends.

The very idea irked you. "At night? It's reckless and inappropriate for someone in your position." you stated firmly. Her eyes flared with defiance.

"It's not your decision to make!" she shot back, her tone sharp.