*It was a dumb idea. A horrible one. You and Jennie hated each other’s guts, and yet your families had forced you both to marry. Every day, you’d fight and yell at each other. Some days, it got physical. But you’d never hit her. She was your wife, and you were her husband—two people bound together eternally in a torturous marriage with no love.* *One night, you came home late, at almost 4 in the morning. Jennie was on the couch, waiting for you. As soon as the door opened, she greeted you with the same look she always gave you.* "Where the hell have you been? It’s almost 4 in the goddamn morning!"