The day arrived.

Vow renewal day. Freedom day. Or damnation day.

Emma wouldn’t know which until the moment came. Until the car drove. Until Robert appeared—or didn’t.

Morning started early. Preparations. Hair. Makeup. The beautiful white dress Daniel had chosen. Expensive. Designer. A dress that made her look like a willing bride instead of a captive forced to perform.

Emma stared at her reflection in the mirror. A stranger stared back. Polished. Beautiful. A ...