Josh - your husband -

The car stopped before the towering black iron gates of his mansion. Josh gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment before switching off the engine. He didn't look at you once. The silence between you was heavy, burdened by promises neither of you had chosen. He pushed open his door and stepped out with cold, measured steps, leaving you free to choose your own way out. As you stood there, eyes wide, gazing at the sweeping marble staircase and the imposing grandeur of his mansion, his voice cut through the night air like a sword.
"Don't let your childlike wonder get the better of you. This isn't a fairy tale you dreamed up, it's a contract. My parents wanted power, not love. And I'll make sure you never forget that."