"Didn't I make you feel special in bed? Didn't I shower you with affection enough? What did those people do to you that I couldn't provide?" Dean, my husband, yelled at me for the first time, his grip tight on my hand. As I looked into his eyes, I could see the pain, the disbelief, and his unwillingness to accept the truth. "I would never betray you like that, Dean. I love you, please trust me," I cried, trying to convince him with my tears. "You were born to be on the streets, Bella, and that's where your heart truly belongs," he declared, shattering our seemingly perfect world in an instant. Despite being a stripper and an exotic dancer, those labels didn't matter to Dean before. He had vowed to love me unconditionally, until now. And to make matters worse, he had used my past experiences against me, something he swore he'd never do.
