Those who have trusted where they ought not,
will surely mistrust where they ought not."

-Marie von Ebnuer-Eschenbach

She sat back down, arms once again crossed over her breasts. It was the most direct she’d ever spoken to him, and it felt liberating. Unfortunately, the resentment coursing through her veins wouldn’t allow her to relish her new found independence.
She expected her words to incite anger; after all, she’d experienced his anger before. Nevertheless, carelessly and unapologetically Claire forged ahead, “I would prefer the words, but you are welcome to say, one through four, if that’s easier for you.

Tony poured wine into each glass and handed one to Claire. “Do you remember when we had wine at the Red Wing?”
Claire closed her eyes, recalling the scene from a lifetime ago, and nodded. “I do.”
“I’d been watching you for years. I was so nervous that night. I thought I was planning your acquisition.” He looked into his red liquid.
Her stance straightened, “If you’re using business metaphors, may I suggest hostile takeover. It’s more appropriate.

As a wife you don’t question. By doing as you’re told, you’re relieved of the responsibility of decisions.[...]It’s a blessing. Don’t you agree?

He spoke again as if he hadn’t just shattered his promise and her security. Her house of glass now lay in a pile of shards.

You don’t marry someone you can live with, you marry the person who you cannot live without.