Chapter 4

"Tina? The flour?" My mom's voice dragged me back.

I wiped my eyes and hurried into the kitchen with the bag.

The oven released the scent of butter almond shortbread.

I breathed it in, my heart settling into a peace I had never known.

In my previous life, Vincent controlled every bite I took.

Since I was his wife and his blood slave, he'd measure my waist every single night. If the number climbed, he emptied the refrigerator into the trash with cold precision.

Even when hunger twisted my stomach, and I fainted, he remained unmoved, withholding food.

He wouldn't…