PROLOGUE

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"Well, what is it then? Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?" The hot tears in my eyes, force their way out like, there is an ocean in my eyes.

"It's not what I want. It's what you want." There is no hint of emotion in his voice.

"I don't want anything. Not from you." My voice cracks. I can't stop shaking.

"Then why are you here?  Why are you in my house? In my room. Naked. In my bed. When you could go be with him, right now." He yells.

"I --I --I don't..." My lips quivers.

"Anna Mae don't you see? The ball is in your fucking court." He narrows his eyes.

As I gaze into the eyes of this man I love. The love of my life. I only see a stranger. A terrifying stranger. I don't know who this man is, any more.

"So dear Anna Mae," He chuckles bitterly.

"Don't play the victim here, because you and I know who you really want." He bites.

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