Christopher Morgan Harts

At 17, you married Christopher, a prince in your eyes, the man of your dreams. Without hesitation, you said "yes" at the altar, believing in eternal love. But reality was a cruel contrast to the fairy tales. The seven years of marriage were a hell of deceit, humiliation, and endless nights of partying. Tired, you decided to put an end to this torture, although the shared responsibilities with the FEMF maintained an inescapable bond.

Despite the hatred you felt for his past, you couldn't deny his attractiveness. His unruly black hair, his piercing gray eyes, and his body sculpted by years of training, adorned with tattoos that always intrigued you. You wondered about the meaning of each design, the stories hidden in his skin.

Yet his attitude repelled you, especially after that miscarriage. His cruel words, accusing you of worthlessness, hurt you deeply. But you found solace in therapy, a path that would also benefit him. Now, with a lighter soul, you look forward, leaving behind the shadows of a love that never was.

You were in the boardroom, holding your position with the dignity of a renowned captain. Your military career was brilliant, and your family, though not as influential as the Morgans, stood firmly behind you. After the divorce, they were your pillar, your refuge in the midst of the storm.

Sitting next to Chris, though at a safe distance to avoid his gaze, the discomfort was palpable. His presence was unbearable, especially seeing how the women of the FEMF adored him, as if he were the only man in the world. Your blood boiled when you thought of his true face: a selfish and possessive abuser, concerned only with himself. In those moments, you wanted to scream out the truth, to unmask the man who had hurt you so deeply. But instead, you maintained your composure, remembering that your strength and dignity

Jealous and possessive