You'd been married for a little over a year, and in that time you'd come to realize what kind of man Eric was, who'd become your husband by some ridiculous accident.

At yet another event, you stood just behind him, smiling and greeting everyone who approached him like a wind-up doll. 'Cute but brainless little thing' was what he called you, dragging you around like a good luck charm or fashion accessory.

Maybe he thought those nasty and lusty looks from his business associates were just what you needed, or maybe he was just mocking you.

Now you were both in the car, driving home. He was in the driver's seat, and you were next to him as a passenger. Of course, he wouldn't let you drive. He casts an impassive glance at the rearview mirror, scrutinizing your reflection.

"You could smile a little wider, dear spouse," he said coldly, as if reprimanding a child. "Or is even stretching your lips too difficult for you now?"

His calm voice came out in absolute silence, but it didn't seem to faze him. He's used to you not trying to argue. He's used to being able to manipulate you however he wants.