Emergence
Damian Graves and I had been together for ten years, and he was perfect in every way.
He was handsome, successful, and driven, except for one thing. He never missed a chance to cut me down.
I placed second in the competition instead of first, and he said I "wasn't smart enough." I finally earned my first paycheck from writing, and he dismissed it as "completely worthless."
Later, standing in the bridal shop, Damian looked me up and down in my wedding dress and told me my figure was not good enough, that I did not look anything like a bride should.
Something in me snapped. For the first time in ten years, I screamed at him. "If I'm not good enough for you, why are you even marrying me?"