MARION
Feeling, listening, smelling, speaking, seeing. None of my senses provided the logic behind my ex-husband's words. His cold, possessive hands held onto something I considered intimate. I didn't know where he was going with it, nor did I find any sense in his logic. I won't deny that my stupid chest vibrated for a moment.
I dared to look him in the eyes, those gray eyes that had always shown me coldness, had always been distant to me, and now they were watching me as if trying to pierce my soul. I'd rather be in hell. Now I was stronger and had cried enough for him in the past.
"On a scale from one to ten, he's a two," I said in barely a whisper, without breaking eye contact.
For a moment, I could see a spark of arrogant satisfaction in his eyes. He tightened his grip on my wai
