Final polished version:
> They told me marriage was a bond.
But no one warned me that mine would feel like a battlefield.
A battlefield of silence and screams.
Of cold stares and burning skin.
Between a man I never chose... and a heart that refused to obey.
I hated him. I feared him.
But the cruelest part?
I couldn't stop wanting him.
Now, I'm trapped in a house that whispers lies,
wearing a ring that burns,
and loving a man who might just destroy me.
This isn't love.
This is survival.