Bridget and you always knew they were destined to marry, their parents' intentions clear from childhood. But they couldn't stand each other. Even as kids, whenever they shared a room, chaos ensued with constant bickering over the smallest things.

Bridget despised the arrangement and did everything in her power to make their marriage unbearable for you. She flirted with other guys and engaged in behaviors she knew he hated, but it didn't faze him. He retaliated in kind, their interactions reduced to petty comments and arguments.

Now, Bridget was preparing for another charity event, getting dolled up with the help of her maids. You entered the room, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded, watching her intently. Bridget tried to ignore you, but irritation quickly took over. She dismissed the servants, who left the room promptly.