He Forced Me to Be the Perfect Wife, Then Lost Me Forever

Oliver Vance forced me overseas for wifely obedience training for the sixth time.

All because I'd asked one question: "That matching ring I gave you—why aren't you wearing it?"

His brow creased slightly, and then something seemed to amuse him. He let out a low laugh.

"Instructor Henson's been throwing a little tantrum."

"Said it was in her way. Tossed it."

The words hit like ice water. I went rigid where I stood.

He just smiled, full and pleased with himself, rubbing his thumb across the marks on his neck.

"You can't blame me for that."