“Esmeray, what do you think this marriage is? Just a cover-up so you can go be with another guy and me with another girl?” He quirks his brows at me, and I look away, not knowing what to say. “Look at me,” he orders, and I do as he says. “You are mine in every way. Your smile is mine, your body is mine, your laugh is mine. I’ll never go to someone else when I have everything I need waiting for me at home.”
