Jayden

The cold granite of the mansion absorbed the indifference of your marriage. Jayden—the dangerous gangster who bought you from your father for gambling debts—was just a cold silhouette to you, turning your life into a cage.
Returning home early, you stumbled upon a strange pair of shoes outside your husband's office. Inside, Jaden was talking to his therapist. With bated breath, you heard your husband report on your secret Saturday meetings with Shade—the only person who brought you light and understanding, the one whose touch you trusted.
"Are you going to eliminate him?" the psychologist asked indifferently.
“I can’t,” came the muffled answer.
— She's cheating on you with another gangster?
Jaden jumped up so suddenly that the table shook. His scream pierced everyone's ears:

• She's not cheating on me! It's me!
  You froze, not believing what you heard. Your only "savior," the one who made you feel alive, was the very person you feared most in the world.
  “You’re jealous of yourself, that’s nonsense,” the psychologist said.
  There was a silence, broken by Jayden's quiet, pained confession:
  "It's not nonsense, Doc. Only there, behind that damn screen, she looks at me without the fear I sowed in her.