Tricia POV

It has been two years since Miguel married. My life had been a living hell with Morgan. I still followed his stupid rules and did everything to satisfy him at home.

Although he promised to make me go out freely, but not without one of his guards trailing my movement. There was no way I could do anything else that wasn't right.

I have always been careful in all I have done. Morgan had his eyes everywhere, restricting my movement.

I would have said that he was caring for me ...