No Longer His To Break

body screaming for release, yet my husband, Ethan,

ills down my throat, challenging me: if Ethan was still repulsed by my 200-pound

you strip naked and beg like a dog, he

g my lips against Ethan' s polished shoes, begging

ion: "Use your mouth. Unbuckle my bel

emory piercing through the haze: I had endured agonizing experimental t

forever. But the cure had ravaged my metabolism, ball

uch this? You' re disgusting. Trying to m

osted a triumphant selfie with him: "He's mine. Alone." I was just

: "I will erase Ava Miller, the hopeful artist, the loving wife, the pathetic, two-hundred-pound w