Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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I want to break free from any male influence in my life. However, I don't want to consider myself weak just because I'm so used to being someone's wife that I barely know a life without a partner. I got married when I was just twenty-one; for nine years I had a home and now it's all gone.
It's scary to imagine a life as a lonely woman who was once married.
Deep down I know the world perceives feminism as that female prowess—the notion that we can do just anything without men by our sides, that we don't need them to be the best versions of ourselves. But to me, feminism is more about my ability to be my own person, an independent and influencial woman despite having a man by my side.
It has always been.
And I hate this overly sensitive woman I am today. I hate how vulnerable Red makes me feel, how ballistic and dangerous I become whenever I imagine him in the arms of another woman—this insecurity devouring my confidence like a bloody parasite within me, I hate it with all my guts.
But I know it's not Red's fault; I'm an already broken piece of my husband's creation.
As Red constantly says, I am a ticking bomb.
"When I caught Patrick fucking Elena a few months back," I tell Red while sitting on my meditation couch stationed next to the window, "I vowed to myself that I won't ever again place my happiness in the arms of a man" — a languid smile breaks on my lackluster face — "but I guess I made the same mistake, again, by letting my guard down made you my only reason to be happy."
"Mia—"
"I won't let you break me further, Red," I say in a low, controlled voice, interrupting him. Shaking my head gently, I clarify, "No, I won't let any man wreck me again, so right here... I want to make it very clear to you that I'm not taking crap from you or any other creature of your kind just because I'm in love or carrying your offspring inside my womb. If you want an adventure, to live so licentiously with an excuse of being a man with uncontrolled urges and other bullshit, be free and seek one, or many for all I care, but don't make me part of it because I'd rather die single than tolerating another cheating asshole in my life."
As though my words don't stir a thing in him, Red crouches himself next to me and lets his burning, golden eyes that only glow blue with the moonlight delve deeply into my disturbed soul.
And very gently he asks, "You know you're the only woman in my life, don't you, Mia?"
Yeah, I want to believe that so badly. No, I think I believe it already but I'm just too adamant to admit it.
"On the night of the gala, Kenna was the one who helped me escape Patrick's men," he goes on, still staring at me with firm, unflinching eyes. "She created a distraction and so we decided to put on a front to make your husband believe that we were together. There's no way, not then, not now, not ever, will I be with her in the way you're busy imagining, Mia."
