She drags her hand through her hair, tugging at the roots. “You command me around your house like you own me. Like I’ll just go and do your bidding. Buy this; wear that; go here, not there.”
“I do own you,” I growl. “In every way that counts, you’re mine.”
“You’ve taken away everything. Everything I worked for.” She blows out a breath, a strand of hair fluttering around her forehead. “Maybe you don’t know what that’s like, but I had to build a life from nothing. When I walked out of that bridal suite, I didn’t have anything. No money. No connections. No—” She looks up at me, something like guilt flashing in her eyes before it’s gone. “I had to sacrifice more than you know for the pitiful, classless life you think I was living. Now, it’s gone.”
“It was going to get snatched away from you
