![]() ![]() She was a lady of leisure, so she dressed, set her oversized, designer sunglasses on her face, and went about putting her husband’s credit cards to work. The days were hers he seldom bothered her when the sun was up. She didn’t know where he was today-Eden had woken up and he’d been gone-but she really didn’t care. She headed upstairs to shower, grateful that she didn’t run into Dominic. ![]() When the machine beeped and gradually slowed for her cool down, reality seeped back in. Raising her hand, she tapped a finger on the treadmill to accelerate the speed. The pain melted into the sweat glistening off her skin, the burn was inconsequential, and all that mattered was finishing strong. For an hour, Eden could pretend that she hadn’t married prematurely, and that she was just a twenty-thee-year-old woman doing normal twenty-three-year-old things. Putting her body through its paces eased her troubles, helped her forget that she wasn’t bruised and aching from Dominic’s horrible mistreatment of her, that she wasn’t some mindless blow up doll who catered to Dominic’s every sick need. ![]()
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