Marital Rights

Serena sat rigid on the edge of the mattress, her posture tight as a coiled spring against the heavy atmosphere of the bedroom. She kept her voice steady, refusing to let him see the tremor in her hands.

"I've already told you. The incident was an accident orchestrated by my father," she stated. Her tone held firm, masking the deep current of frustration humming beneath her ribs. "I never wanted