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I'd been married to Prince Alex Ashford for three years. He was always polite, always distant, and never crossed the line, like we were strangers sharing a house. I thought that was his nature, cold and aloof, until the night I handed him the divorce papers. He tore the paper apart slowly, like he was savoring it. Then he wrapped one of the strips around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Do you even know how I got through these three years?" The candlelight flickered. The hunger in his eyes finally broke loose. "Every time you smiled at me," he said, "I wanted to tie you up like that. Keep you with me. So you wouldn't look at anyone else. So you wouldn't cry for anyone but me."