I had survived the wedding. But surviving Bryant was an entirely different battle.
For the next few months, I lived under his roof, bound to him in a marriage that felt more like a prison sentence. Bryant controlled everything—where I went, who I spoke to, even what I wore.
He was different now. More possessive. More ruthless.
It wasn’t like before—when we were engaged and my parents had forbidden our wedding. Back then, I loved him. Or at least, I thought I did.
Now, love had no place between us.
And the worst part? He knew it.
At first, I thought Bryant only wanted control. But then, I noticed the way his eyes darkened whenever another man so much as looked at me. The jealousy. The anger. The obsession.
The breaking point came when he introduced me to the world as Mrs. Geoffanie Harlow.
That night, I saw his true nature.
We were at a gala—another event where I had to smile and play the role of the perfect wife. I was used to being stared at; I had once been a beauty queen, after all. But I didn’t expect Bryant to take it so… personally.
He saw every glance, every lingering look from businessmen and socialites alike. And he hated it.