Leila
I pushed at him, my arms trembling, but no strength came. My body felt foreign, weak in a way it hadn't been before, not even in the worst days of our marriage. He saw it, my helplessness, and his lips twisted into a cold smirk. He tore the dress apart, the fabric ripping like flesh, and discarded me on the ground like a shattered thing. I curled into myself, hands shaking as I covered my body.
He stood, straightening his suit, his eyes raking over me. "There's a party tomorrow night," he said, his voice flat. "I need you to attend with me." He turned to leave.
"I won't go to any party with you!" I spat, the words scraping from my throat. "You can take your Josephine with you!"
He glanced back, his stare ice-cold. "You are my wife and my mate. Of course, I will bring you to atte
