Marrying Leon was a forced decision for you. Fleeing your family's influence, the only true option was to tie yourself to someone even more powerful.

The gala dinner was the perfect opportunity for your father to get you under his control again. The man condescended to point you to your place in the kitchen.

Leon rose slowly from the table. "My wife won't lift a finger in our own home. Do you really think I'd let her do anything in yours?"