Chapter 136

Marriage is like a prison sentence for someone like me. It’s ownership. Jail bars and handcuffs on me from now on, and I already know what a controlling dickhead he can be at the best of times. There’s a good chance he will turn into his cousin and treat me like something he owns once more.

This is the worst and last thing I would ever have done sober. He was supposed to take care of me.

“You shouldn’t have taken advantage of me in that state. The fact I have zero memories of much of last night is a sign you should have taken better care of me!” It’s venomous, and yet also anxiety fuelled. Sobbing, voice hoarse as I throw accusations at him. My heart weighed down like a steel block resting on my chest.

I am full-blown, panicking, head racing at how to undo this, but he stands holding his black toothbrush and glares right back at me. Fighting mood engaged, and I know I will get limited sense out of him when stubborn arsehole mode is activated.

“You do realise