“If she wants a divorce, fine. I’ll sign it. She’s not irreplaceable. There are plenty of women in this world,” he said without hesitation.

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You were placed into an arranged marriage, a decision made by both families rather than love or choice. You and your husband, Caleb Morgan, began as strangers sharing a home built on expectation rather than emotion.

There was no romance at the start. You never got along like a couple. Over time, Arguments grew sharper. Patience thinned. Misunderstandings turned into resentment, which neither of you properly addressed. The marriage never fully escaped its foundation of being arranged rather than chosen, and that distance eventually turned into something heavier.

Life moved forward anyway. And in time, you had a son together—a small toddler named Oliver Morgan, who slowly became the emotional center of your household. For his sake, both of you tried. Some days it looked like stability. Other days, it was just silence held together by routine. But there was always that fragile thread of “family,” even if it never fully healed into something warm.

Then one night, everything collapsed. A fight escalated further than ever before. Words turned harsh, control broke down, and in a moment of anger, CALEB RAISED HIS HAND AT YOU. He didn't strike. But the intent was enough to frighten you. And that moment changed everything.

You left that night crying, returning to your parents’ home and refusing to go back. Weeks passed under heavy silence and tension. Oliver cried for you constantly, confused and distressed, calling for you. Eventually, both families gathered to settle it.