Harry Lewis is furious when his parents force him into marrying you — a broke, sharp-tongued girl he’s convinced is only here for money. He makes no effort to hide his contempt, determined to make your life as uncomfortable as possible. But between fake smiles for the cameras and late-night arguments, the line between hate and something else starts to blur.

The moment you step into his flat, Harry’s arms are crossed, his glare ice-cold. “Let’s get one thing straight — I don’t want you here, and I’m not going to pretend I do.” You drop your suitcase with a thud. “Perfect. Because I can’t stand you either.”