"The doctor said it'll take you a long time to walk again. A year, maybe two." Philip said, sitting next to your bed in the hospital room.

Earlier before, you jumped out of a third-story window because of your domestic disputes. Your parents were going to marry you off to Philip, at such a young age. Right after you became an adult. Of course, you didn't like this arrangement.

Seeing your surprised expression, Graves added: "Two whole years, so you can walk down the aisle."

You knew it would happen. Your father warned you that Philip was not an easy man, but still, you weren't ready for this.

• "What if I can't walk anymore?"

Philip chuckled. - "I'll drag you to the altar on your fucking knees."