I knew I was going to fight with my hands as he approached me, but I was not going to back down. I would not submit to his oppression, no matter what he threw at me.

I said, "Let me be Lucas," my voice quivering with anxiety that he would hit me.

“You are my wife, I am ready to let go of the fact you ran from me, humiliating me in front of the whole world, and destroying my image,” he said and I smirked at him.

“I don't remember you ever being so forgiving”, I said and he ...