Page 1 of His to Protect

Prologue

Trina

I left a week ago.

One week of constantly looking over my shoulder while I walked down the sidewalk.

One week of keeping one eye on the road and one on my rearview mirror while I drove away from Kentucky.

One week since I had been free, yet I still felt caged.

Antsy.

Paranoid.

Yet in one week, I had learned things about myself I didn’t know before.

I was stronger than I thought.

I was braver.

I was done.

Done being his punching bag. Done being his perfect wife in our perfect home in our perfect neighborhood with our perfect friends.

I never wanted to be perfect again.

I wanted to figure out who I was now, without him. Without the chains that used to keep me in my elegant prison—a home that was designed before I ever entered his perfect little picture, waiting for me to move into as soon as he slid a giant rock onto my finger.

I would never return.

I just had to make sure he never found me.

Because if he did, I knew I would not survive.

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