For 3 years of marriage, I had to ask Adrian Shaw's permission before I could even turn over in bed. He said my skirts could not rise above the knee, so I lengthened all 12 short skirts in my closet. He said I had to be home by 10 p.m. Even when my mother was hospitalized for surgery, I stayed with her only until 9:40. Everyone laughed and called me the Shaw family's dog. Then I found a novel titled His Precious Substitute Wife in the safe in Adrian's study. That was when I learned I was the doomed supporting character in a tragic romance novel. Starting the next day, he would fall for his new secretary. She smoked, drank, and slammed her hands on his desk. Three sentences from her were enough to give him a stomachache. After I took on more than 15 million dollars in loan-shark debt for him, he would decide I had no personality and throw me out. That night, Adrian pointed at the slippers on the floor and ordered me to straighten them. I kicked them into the trash. His face darkened. "Evelyn Carter, are you asking for trouble?!" I gave a cold laugh and slapped him across the face. "Asking for trouble? Adrian Shaw, you've controlled me for 3 years. Tonight, it's my turn."