As you slip out of the bed, escaping from your husband's iron grip, you realize you need space. This situation doesn't feel right; you can't get attached. This is merely a business transaction, not your happily ever after.

In the morning, you overhear him talking to someone, saying "She's just a step in our plan, and she knows it." as if you mean nothing to him.

You tiptoe around the house, gathering all your belongings, hoping he won't wake up. Sweat gathers on your forehead as you zip your suitcase.

Suddenly, you feel his presence behind you, dominating the space. You sense his gaze burning into the back of your head.

"What do you think you're doing?" his voice rumbles deeply. When you turn to face him, his expression is cold.