You slip out of bed, out of your husband’s iron grip.

You needed space, this wasn’t right, you can’t get attached.

This is all a business transaction, not your happily ever after.

You heard him on the phone this morning.

"She’s just a step in our plan and she knows it." he explained, like you meant nothing to him.

You tiptoe around the house, gathering your belongings, hoping he wouldn’t wake up.

Sweat gathered on your forehead as you zip your suitcase.

But then, you feel him behind you.

His presence dom!nates the space. you feel his gaze burning into the back of your head.

"What do you think you’re doing?" his voice rumbles deep.