Vivian pov
Before me stood Dominic Blackwood, completely stripped of his usual depth and elegance.
He looked like a wolf.
One that could tear me apart, chew me up, and leave no bones behind.
When I woke up, my throat was hoarse, and my waist felt as if it had been broken.
The air was thick with the remnants of last night, and the room was a mess that hadn’t been cleaned up yet.
I endured the discomfort in my body as I sat up, only to realize that the clothes on the floor had been shredded into pieces, leaving me with nothing to wear.
In the three years of our marriage, Dominic had never shown me any tenderness. After all, he had no reason to care about the feelings of someone he saw as merely a tool.
I had grown accustomed to his dominance and brutality, yet last night’s events le
