Chapter 13

Emma's POV

"So she should serve you hot meals and be ready to please you in bed, like a slave?" I challenged, my patience wearing thin.

"A slave? No, of course not. But as a willing partner, to share in life’s pleasures," Peter clarified as if that made it any better.

"This is pointless. We’re not on the same page. Our views on marriage are completely different," I declared, deciding there and then to end the conversation.

"I didn’t say anything out of the ordinary. This is what every man expects from his wife," Peter defended, clearly taken aback.

"Well, then I have a problem with all such men. Women are not objects to be used for a man's convenience. We have our own identities and our dreams. Marriage should be a partnership, not a master-servant relationship. I’m sorry, Peter, but I’m not interested in your kind of marriage. Goodbye," I stated firmly, standing up to leave before he could say another word.

Still fuming, I returned to the office, only to walk straight into what felt