How do you protect your loved ones when you're the one putting them in danger? Simple, you leave.
I thought when I walked away I would be able to keep everyone out of harm's way, but my plans are falling to pieces and soon enough everyone is in more danger than before. Now I have to swallow my pride and ask for help from the one person I swore I wouldn't—my husband.
He will not let me go.
I am his obssession, his toy.
But I don't want to play.
So much has happened, wrongs committed by both of us. Lies have been told, secrets brought to light, and irrevocable pains caused. Can we trust each other again or will this be the end of something that neither of us wanted to start with?