I'll never be him. I tell myself that as I positioned myself to take his place. Year by year, I've grown more ruthless, but I'd still never treat women like he did. Then she had to just show up, a diamond teardrop pendant on her neck, drawing attention to herself, causing me to take notice. I refused to degrade myself by paying for her. My anger grew when I knew that I didn't have a choice. Buy her or lose her. Then she gave me a look, tempting me to take her. And I did...I'm his wife now...he hates me. I'm his property, and yet I can't force myself to stop giving my heart and body to him. Night after night, I cling to the hope it's more than just a need for an heir, but morning after morning, my hopes are dashed. I've had enough. No one defies him, but I did...