"This marriage will be toxic for both of us."

I said and got out of the car. I feel so broken, how low he wants me to fall low in my own eyes? Not that I have sold myself to him but also made this whole ordeal a damn contract. I felt like I was being pricked by the shards of glass that are present in my path, they dug into my skin by each step I take further in my life. First Eugene accident, then the burden of responsibilities over my shoulder and now I want to liberate myself from this burden by receiving the pain of my inferior...