When I Stopped Being His Prisoner

Synopsis

Ever since I married Edward Sterling, I'd been sick. He always stroked my hair and said, "Emily, what would you do without me?" Scared he'd ditch me, I never made him angry. I stopped talking about work and cut off friends he said were "a bad influence", trapped like a bird in his cage. One day, my cat licked a vitamin I dropped and foamed at the mouth. I stared at Edward's peaceful sleeping face, and for the first time, I thought maybe I was not sick at all. Maybe the vitamins he gave me were poisoned.