Beyond Don's Taming

The third year of my marriage to Dominic, he started resenting the things I asked of him. The first time I caught him acting too close with his personal assistant, Kayla, we had the biggest fight of our marriage. I told him to keep his distance. He said I was being too sensitive. After that, every time I showed the slightest displeasure, Dominic would punish me by going to Kayla on purpose. He took her to pick out furniture for a new apartment and let her sit in the passenger seat. When I was sick, he left me alone in the Staten Island estate and took her to a dock party. In the end, I stopped expecting anything. Stopped asking. Kayla told Dominic happily, "Don, just provoke Donna a little more. She'll get so scared of losing you, she'll stop trying to control you." Later, when he tossed me a hundred-million-dollar Brooklyn waterfront infrastructure contract and told me to hand control over to Kayla, I did it. "That's how it should be, Evelyn. That's my good Donna. You should trust me instead of always trying to tie me to your side." He looked at me, satisfied. But what he didn't know was that the dock's control was no longer in his hands. What he knew even less was that I'd tucked a divorce agreement into that infrastructure file. And he signed it without ever knowing.