“You don’t love me. You hit me and you whipped me and you tortured me and you sold me to other men. How is that love? What kind of love is that?” The cracks in my soul were growing bigger, they were on the verge of breaking. “That’s… It may be hard for you to fully understand yet, but…” “No matter how you try to justify it, it’s not love. You don’t love me.” I thought of all the moments I shared with Izek. “You stupid woman, what do you know about love?” He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me, but he didn’t scare me. I wasn’t afraid of him anymore. “At least I know more than you do. My husband taught me properly.”