188: Bad Memories

Camilla "You will not do this, Camilla." "You can't tell me what to do. And it's the same for me; I can't tell you what to do. I can't tell you to stop sleeping with women because that's your life. Do what you want, I don't give a damn. So this is my life as well. I'm going to do what I want, and you're not going to give a damn." "You better listen to me!" He seized my hand. His grip was tight, and it was painful. "You are my wife, and there's no way I'm going to let you follow through with these stupid ideas of yours." "This is my life, Shawn. And I'm going to do whatever I want." "Not while you're still married to me," he stated, increasing the pain he was sending straight to my hand. "Let me go! You're hurting me!" I shrieked, but he refused to listen. "You are mine, Camilla. Don't make me remind you. So I think it's better if you just behave yourself." He kept on twisting my hand. "I said let go of me!" I snapped, and then I gave him a hard slap on his face. He looked su