“Don’t try to be a good wife for me. Do whatever you feel like doing, and that’s how you’re going to repay me, by living the freedom I offered you,” I say, meaning it. “We’ll figure out the rest together.” Esmeray’s eyes glisten with tears, and just when I think she’ll shed them, she blinks twice, and it’s almost as if they were never there. A smile forms on her lips when she speaks. “Okay.”
