His hands are moving slowly as they drag the bra off my body.
I instinctively clutch the lace firm against my chest, suddenly trying to cover myself from the same man who has known my nakedness for the past five years.
It feels different tonight. It feels like I’m standing in front of a stranger.
"Eden, stop! I'm not in the mood for this," I spit at him.
He just gives me an amused smirk, like I’m a child throwing a tantrum. "Come on, Diana. We're married. You think I’ve forgotten the part where we haven't even had s*x since our wedding day?"
Before I can even answer, he forcefully yanks the bra out of my hands and lands it on the floor, forcing a shocked gasp from me.
"Eden!" I scream, my feet dragging back, trying to get away from him, but my legs hit the edge of the mattress.
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