The island was quiet on the morning of our fifth wedding anniversary.
I stood on the same balcony where I had once watched the sunset with Alexander’s arms around me, feeling like I had finally found peace. Five years. Five years since that first terrifying night when he claimed me as his personal s*x toy. Five years of grief, guilt, pleasure, pain, surrender, and love in its darkest form.
My hand rested on my belly our fourth child. The rose-gold collar with the diamond “D” still sat perfectly around my neck, a permanent symbol of who I belonged to. The children Alex (6),
Sofia (4), and little Emma (2) were playing on the beach with their father, their laughter carrying on the breeze.
Alexander looked up and saw me watching. He smiled that same dark, possessive smile that had both te
