Imogen’s PovI never knew freedom could taste this good— it had a sweet and spicy taste.

Lord knew I would be a fool to let this go.

The past few days had been less chaotic like other days; my dearest husband had been home and barely went out for his usual business while I not being much of a social butterfly myself stayed home doing nothing.

I had to play the perfect housewife and do the PR stuff so as to keep the press oblivious of what had happened that night.

And with the prying eyes of ...