For three long years, my life with Mark wasn't a romance; it was a gilded cage. The love he offered wasn’t a shelter, but a slow erosion of my soul, chipped away piece by piece. The chisel was his best friend, Chloe. With her, every opinion I had was wrong, every success was insignificant. And Mark’s only response was always the same hollow phrase: "Just keep the peace." But that peace was boug...
