Prisoner of My Fiancé

"Get on your knees and lick it off the floor!"
After six years apart, my former lover Edward Thomas's first command upon seeing me was to make me lick spilled liquor from the floor.
Under everyone's watchful gaze, the hatred in his eyes bore into me, threatening to consume me.
But I knew I deserved this. Every bit of it.
From the day I falsely identified Edward as a murderer, I knew I would live with regret for the rest of my life.
My daughter's illness, my father's hypocrisy, the humiliation by my former lover—I was barely holding myself together.
Just when I thought I had paid my dues and was ready to start a fresh chapter...
Edward, his eyes red-rimmed and glistening, choked out: "Are you abandoning me again?"
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