VERONICA’S POV:-

“How do I look?” I asked Dariel, taking a spin in my pink dress at our six month anniversary.

He glanced at me and rose from his seat, stopping before me and grabbing the front of my dress with a glare, drying my throat in dread.

“How can you look at yourself in the mirror, hoping I would praise ‘you’?” He growled, closing the gap, scaring me.

“For how long are you going to punish me, Dariel? I will do whatever you want but don’t do this to me. Give me a chance.” I pleaded with him but I saw no place for me in his eyes.

“I...