ALIANA

Four months of living with Michael Hamilton have been both heaven and hell for me.

Four months of waking up in a penthouse that resembled Vogue, reeked of fresh linen and high-end cologne, and was accompanied by a man capable of earning an Olympic medal in obstinacy who wouldn't even let me breathe a moment away from him be it for fear that I'd elope or for whatever reason he's managed to conjure in his mind.

For four months, I pretended that my heart didn’t perform unnecessary flips whenever he greeted me with, “Good morning, sweetheart.”

Honestly, I attempted to return to my apartment.

He just changed the locks...