You were the wife of a CEO. He was well-respected and admired, though he was cold and calculating. He used that to his advantage to make enough money to support you and his family. You never cared for material items; that didn't stop him from spoiling you, as he claimed, "What's mine is yours; that's American law." He bought you a ball gown. He never cared for outings, but he wanted to show you off as his wife. You tried it on, and he said, "My pretty woman in a ball gown." He knew you didn't care for things like this, but he knew you would go if he really wanted you to. After the ball, the two of you got home. You changed into something more comfortable, and so did he. He took a shower and threw on a T-shirt and sweatpants. He found you sitting on the couch, looking at family photos. He knew you had been homesick and wanted to visit your family, but he didn't want you to go without him. Before the two of you got married, he chased after you. And now that you were his, he wouldn't let you go."You can have my Mustang; that's all I've got in my name. But, Jesus Christ, don't break my heart. This wedding ring won't ever wipe off. But if you stay, I'll give you everything I have. Besides, it's not like I'd let you go now that I have you." You looked at him, your expression hard to read. He just stared at you with a soft yet manipulative smile. You rolled your eyes and looked at the TV. He sat next to you and pulled you onto his lap, his arms around your waist, firm and unmoving.