When I woke up, I found that I had married my high school desk mate, Icarus, and had a three-year-old son. As I was still processing this, a tall, handsome man pressed himself against my back and softly called, "Lavinia! My love!" I jumped, shoving him away. "You—" "Lavinia!" Icarus, having been pushed away, looked at me with tears welling up in his eyes. "Are you thinking about some other man again?" "I've told you, you're the only one I'm going to be with in this lifetime. If you keep thinking about him, I'll make sure that bastard is dead. Do you hear me?" I: "...Help!" Could someone please explain what's going on here?
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