Bullied Wife In A Contract Marriage
"Three eggs, three pancakes, three strips of bacon, and three sausages. You usually eat it when you have a long day of manual labor ahead of you."
"I am not a lumberjack," I said.
"No," she agreed. "You definitely are not."
Then it happened. It started as a small huff of air, but then it grew. Amara began to laugh. It wasn't the polite, quiet titter she used at Moore Crest. It wasn't the "standard" laugh she gave to the board members' wives to keep the peace. This was a real, genuine laugh. It was loud. It was messy. Her head tilted back, and her eyes crinkled at the corners. She sounded like music. It was the sound of a woman who was finally, truly free.
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