stares of Mark's coll

nt named Todd, called out, trying to play peace

f wide-eyed innocence. "Oh, Sarah, I'm so s

ng. "Where do you think you're going, Sara

sign years ago, an agreement designed to leave me with nothing if I ever left him without his consent. My parents were gon

elt moments ago wavered. H

s about my lost pregnancies, his casual dismissal of my p

, my voice trembling but

th rage. He lunged fo

the monster beneath. He ripped the delicate gold necklace he'd given me year

the floor. He then grabbed the fabric of my simple dress, a dress I

of champagne and doused me with it, the cold liquid soaking through my torn dres

y him for his birthday last year, and draped it over Jessica's

rah? You can't leave unless I say so. Be back at the penthouse by mi

f them calling out, "Yeah,