“I thought he was changing for me and I loved it. I want him to treat me differently, with care and affection. I want him to smile at me.”

“She weakened him like ‘I’ have weakened ‘you’.” Smirking, I was holding his shirt, our face adjacent, eyes linked perfectly.

But, since when did he like my bravery? He scoffed, ripping my hand off from his skin, “Enough.”

Straightening his back but I held his shirt, not leaving him. After last night, my fright was vanishing, my fear was subduing because he accepted what I wanted.

"No, Really, you are not infuriated that he would give his position to his wife....