He dragged me up. “You’re bruised all to hell, your hand is broken, and can you even imagine how much more pain waits for you tonight?” he asked. “Why won’t you just learn? Why must...

You traitorous bitch!” he yelled. “You goddamn liar!”I laughed. “You knew I were a bitch and a liar when you married me, Guy. It’s your own damn fault for agreeing to it.

Honor, obey?” Gisbourne shouted, grappling with John. “This is what you call being a good wife?”I stopped. “I never said I’d be a good wife, Guy. Just that I’d marry you.