a P

Brennan's eyes turned bloodshot. He reached into his pocket, pulled

t wife he treated like a doormat dared to talk back. He thr

rown a sp

rittny curved her lips into a triu

from the hallway and bowed slightly. "

alked toward the dining room. I stood still for a second, tossed the humiliating contrac

s. "Get over here and eat with us

step, my fingers gripping t

ides, and grabbed my wrist. His grip was so ti

he gritted out through clenched tee

fighting the brute strength of a pro hockey playe

andelier. Brennan pulled out the chair to the right of the head seat for Brittny like a perfe

he co

e chair and sat down stiffly. The chef p

f foie gras, and took a bite with an exaggerate

s is amazin

ching out to stroke her hair affectionately. I stared down

he walked down the length of the table and pushed the bowl right in front of me. Inside were several

f the table, looking down at me wi

, dragging out her words. "You need to

ldly. "Take it awa

Brennan slammed his wate

you herself, and you're giving her an a

d up my fork, speared a piece of the m