YVONNE'S P.O.V
There's something wrong with Edgar
Okay, there's always, and I mean always something wrong with Edgar. During our five years of marriage, he's been paranoid, angry, tired, or something.
It was always something with him, so much so that I was used to his mood swings, how he would change from hot to cold faster than a broken faucet. The way he could be happy watching a soccer match one minute and the next is throwing a fit if his pasta isn't spicy enough.
That was life with Edgar, I was always on my toes, walking on eggshells, and I couldn't do anything about it because every time I tried, he would threaten to expose my father's secrets and ruin my family.
There were days when I considered leaving regardless of his threats, but then I considered many things. Like how I a
