“No, please… not now,” Bianca pleaded, backing away instinctively.
But Mark was already striding toward her, his eyes dark with something unrecognizable. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward.
“What? You suddenly can’t do what you’re best at?” he sneered.
She gasped, barely able to process his words before he flung her onto the bed.
“Mark! Have you gone mad? Snap out of it!” she cried, struggling to push him away.
But he wasn’t listening. He wasn’t seeing her at all.
He ripped open her blouse as she screamed, horrified at what was unfolding.
“You’re my wife,” he growled, “I can have you whenever and however I want.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as the truth hit her—this was her karma. And karma, it seemed, had caught up quickly.
He unbuckled his pants and tore off he
