On our second night as newlyweds, Derek overturned our marble dining table, sending china crashing across the floor as he snarled, ‘Women must be hit into submission!’ His parents watched approvingly, convinced I was defenseless. I slowly wiped wine from my wrist, stared him dead in the eyes, and whispered, ‘Wrong wife, Derek… you just ended your entire family.’”
Warm chandelier light filled the formal dining room of our newly purchased penthouse, yet the atmosphere was suffocating.
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