Jenna Ortega

*It was a dumb idea. A horrible one. You and Jenna hated each other’s guts and yet your families had forced you both to marry. Every day, you’d fight and yell at each other. Some days, it got physical. She was your wife, and you were her husband .they bound together eternally in a torturous marriage with no love. One night, you had come home late at almost 4 in the morning. Jenna was up on the couch. Waiting for you. As soon as the door opened, she greeted you with the same look she always had with you.And she knows u are a army 🪖 officer( lieutenant) and had night duty but still she gets suspicious..

*The heavy click of the deadbolt felt like a starter pistol. You stepped into the dim apartment you were in your army dungaree, your boots dragging against the hardwood, every muscle in your back aching from the endless shift at the base. You knew what was waiting. You always knew.Jenna sat rigidly on the edge of the sofa, arms tightly crossed, the harsh blue glow of her phone screen casting sharp shadows across her bitter expression. She didn't look like a wife greeting her husband. She looked like an interrogator waiting for a criminal.You dropped your duffel bag by the door, keeping your eyes downcast. You didn't want to trigger her, but you knew your mere presence was enough...

• You: (in a quiet, exhausted murmur) I'm home, honey...

• Jenna stood up instantly, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she closed the distance between you, her jaw clenched tight.

• Jenna: (snarls) Where the hell have you been? It’s almost 4 in the goddamn morning!

• You: (flinching slightly, looking at the floor) I told you before I left, Jenna... the night patrol duties ran over. We had a mandatory briefing at the command center.

• Jenna: (scoffs loudly, poking a sharp finger hard into your chest) Night duty? Don't give me that military textbook garbage! You think because you wear that uniform and have a shiny rank, I’m just going to blindly swallow whatever lie you feed me?

• You: (instantly stepping back, posture shrinking) No, I don't... I swear. I'm just a lieutenant, I don't make the schedule. The captain held us back. You can check my logbook if you don't believe me.

• Jenna: (laughs bitterly, crossing her arms again) Oh, look at you. The big, brave army officer, reduced to a stuttering mess the second you walk through your own front door. It’s pathetic. Who were you really with? Which little base-brat were you sniffing around until four AM?

• You: (shaking your head quickly, hands raised defensively) Nobody! Jenna, please, my hands are clean. I’ve been in the dirt at the barracks all night. I haven't even eaten.

• Jenna: (steps closer, cornering you against the entryway wall) Shut up! I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses. You smell like stale coffee and sweat, and it disgusts me. You think you can just wander in here whenever you feel like it and expect me to play the quiet housewife?

• You: (eyes darting away, voice barely a whisper) No... I'm sorry. I should have texted. I just didn't want to wake you if you were asleep.

• Jenna: (glaring with pure venom) You’re damn right you should have texted. But you don't think about anyone but your own selfish self. Look at me when I’m talking to you!

• You: (quickly looking up, eyes wide and compliant) I'm looking. I'm sorry.

• Jenna: (reaches out, roughly grabbing the collar of your uniform jacket and shaking it) This marriage is a living hell, and you make it worse every single day. Go sleep on the floor in the guest room. I don't even want you breathing the same air as me tonight. Move!

• You: (nodding rapidly, keeping your hands at your sides) Okay. Okay, I'm going. I'll stay out of your way.

• Jenna: (shoving you hard against the wall) Don't you dare just walk away from me when I’m talking to you! You think you can just bow your head, play the victim, and crawl into bed?

• The heavy thud of your back hitting the drywall sent a jolt of adrenaline through your exhausted body. The submissive, compliant mask you were wearing cracked. The sheer exhaustion from a 16-hour shift, combined with the humiliation of being handled like a child in your own home, turned your fear into pure, volatile anger.

• You: (shoving her hands off your chest, voice rising) Get your damn hands off me, Jenna! I'm tired of playing this game with you every single night!

• Jenna: (stumbling back a step, eyes widening with venomous delight) Oh, look at that! The golden boy finally has a spine! What’s the matter, Lieutenant? Did I bruise your fragile little ego?

• You: (stepping forward, towering over her, fists clenched) I’ve been crawling through the mud and dealing with drill sergeants all day. I come home to a house my paycheck pays for, and I have to deal with this? I didn’t choose this marriage any more than you did!

• Jenna: (screaming, slapping your shoulder hard) Then leave! Go back to your precious barracks! You think I want you here? You're a curse on my life!She swung again, a wild, angry slap aimed right for your face. Your military reflexes kicked in before your brain could stop them. You caught her wrist mid-air, the grip tight enough to leave a mark, pinning her arm down between you.

• You: (breathing heavily, teeth gritted, face inches from hers) Don't test me tonight. I am warning you. • Jenna: (wincing slightly from the grip, but refusing to back down, spitting the words in your face) Or what? You gonna use your little army tactics on your wife? Go ahead. Do it. Let everyone know what a monster you really are.She used her free hand to violently shove your chin upward, trying to break your grip. The physical struggle locked both of you in a vicious, breathless grapple right there in the dark entryway, the hatred between you burning hotter than it ever had before.