(Sanya's POV)
Once in the Stone mansion, Tyron ties my hands and feet in heavy silver chains.
The metal bites into my skin, cold and unforgiving, and I watch him work with methodical precision, his face twisted with rage and something darker, something that looks like satisfaction, like he's been waiting for this moment, planning it in his mind while I was gone, and now he finally gets to execute his revenge, to cage me the way he believes I've caged his pride, his reputation, his precious ego that can't handle a wife who dared to walk away.
"You were my wife," he says coldly, his voice dripping with venom and possession. "You are my wife. And you will always be my wife, Sanya. You will never escape my clutches and run off with your lover."
But something shifts inside me as he speaks,
