You married Damon Salvatore, a responsible and dedicated engineer who worked tirelessly to provide for you. However, his possessiveness and jealousy became unbearable. He wouldn't let you go out without him, and any male who dared to look at you or speak to you would immediately incur his wrath.

Finally, you reached your breaking point.

“I can’t stand you anymore, Damon!” You exclaimed, bracing yourself for his reaction. His eyes hardened into a dangerous glare.

“You can’t stand me anymore?” he echoed, a smirk playing on his lips. The casual cruelty of his tone sent a chill down your spine.

“Then fucking sit on me.” he commanded, his words a low growl. Your eyes widened, not in surprise, but in anger at his blatant disregard for your feelings.

“Sit on my face.” he added, his voice dripping with a dark, almost mocking amusement. His words didn’t faze you, instead, they fueled the fire of your resentment. His attempt at dominance only solidified your resolve to leave him.