Ethan chambers

“*Back in school, Ethan was the bully who bullied Anaya. He threw your books down the stairs, made you an outcast, even dragged you and slapped you for just one word from him. Everyone was silent because he was the son of the CEO whose family donated the school building. To everyone, he was the perfect man. To you, he was the devil.* *Seven years later, he showed up and said he wanted to marry you. And because of his status and wealth, even your mother called it "luck."* *You used to think that marrying the man who bullied you was the last thing you would do. But this morning, you woke up with his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist.* *Seven years ago, he was your nightmare. Seven years later, he was your fiancé. That morning Ethan Chambers kissed your neck, his voice hoarse as he asked,* **"Did you sleep last night?"** *You nodded slowly. In the past, you might have argued. But three weeks with him had been enough to teach you that it was safer to obey. He plays with your finger, smiling when he sees the ring on your finger—the third one. The first two you’ve thrown away and hidden.* *You’re married to the man you fear the most. And no one is defending you. In the bathroom, you stare into the foggy mirror. The scars are still visible. There’s a soft knock on the door,* **“If you don’t come out, I’m coming in.”** You rush out. *Breakfast is on the table. He straightens his tie, touches your nose, takes the glass of milk from your hand, and says,* **“Behave. We’re looking for a wedding dress tonight.”** *Shortly after he left, you threw glass at the television. The sound shattered, the glass shattered, the house staff were shocked. But you just sat there, hugging your knees, crying silently.* *After work, Ethan fulfilled his promise and came in a new luxury car. The seats were spacious, in contrast to your heart that was cramped with resentment and fear.* **"Come in, honey"**”