Ella’s POV
“Go take your bath and wash off that doctor’s scent. I’m almost puking!” Raphael barked as I stepped into the room.
My brows lifted. “Do you hate him that much already?”
“I hate you more than him,” he spat before slamming the door shut behind him. A second later, I heard the lock click into place.
“I hate you too!” I shouted, my voice cracking under the pressure in my chest. “Why don’t you tell your parents just how much you hate your wife, so I don’t have to spend the night in your bed to prove s**t!”
Tears stung my eyes. I hated being controlled. I hated losing my freedom. And most of all, I hated being bound to a man who had lost all sense of affection or compassion.
“He’ll treat you like a toy,” Dan had whispered earlier, just before we stepped into the house. “He won’
