Appearances can be deceiving... After a whirlwind romance and three years of marriage, I'd tried to be a good wife. My husband Tom is always watching, controlling my every move. He chooses my clothes, my hairstyle, even instructing what and how much I'm allowed to eat - just ten mouthfuls. I've become isolated from those I love, forbidden to work and stuck at home to fulfil his every whim. My identity along with my life is long gone. I am slowly suffocating but I know Tom will never, ever let me leave alive. But a chance encounter with Savanah changes everything. Tom just couldn't tear his eyes away from her. I hoped she might be my saviour. What if I asked for her help? Paid her to steal my husband away? Could my husband's desire for another woman be the answer to my prayers, to my freedom?
