Chase’s words echoed in my head. Stopped, and re-echoed all over again. Several alarms went off in my head at once, making it hard for me to think properly as I froze in place. First, the man blatantly says that I have poor etiquette and that I can’t eat or walk properly, then he goes ahead to tell me that we need to start sleeping with each other like it was the most basic and mundane request in the world. I had married a mad man! Everyone around me was mad! And maybe, just maybe, I was mad as well. Mad for not seeing this sooner. Mad to think that I could escape the inevitable. I had escaped on our wedding night, but it didn’t mean that things would be the same forever. We still had to consummate the marriage in the end and, in the end, all men were the same. They thought with their ot

