Lorelai Trentino was lore, a nightmare, a monster worse than my father and my cousin. He entered my life in the most predictably unpredictable way, and soon I became his wife.

Only by name, though.

He made it pretty clear that he had no intention of loving anyone or forming any familial bonds if it were not for some tactical reasons.

I should have been thankful. It was mercy, in other words, because Lore ruined everything he set his eyes and paws on.

Every action he did and every word he spewed shattered bits of me—the desire for a better life, my hopes as his wife and my freedom.

It was only fair that I gave up on him, right?

Especially, after finding his mistress on the same bed he was supposed to share with me?

But you know what I did? Precisely what he had been doing.

Only, he didn't like it. And long before I knew it, I was prey to the predator everyone feared.

I learned why.