It was already past midnight. Isabella glanced to her right, where Judith lay soundly asleep. Envy prickled at Isabella. The young girl had no worries, no infuriating husband dictating her life. Isabella longed for her own freedom, the freedom she once knew, the freedom she wasn't sure she had a chance of getting back.
She crept towards the bed, hoping hope to be welcomed into the sweet arms of sleep. But it was futile. This was her fourth failed attempt. Her head was already hurting. It had nothing to do with her husband, she told herself, but a small voice in her head scoffed, 'Sure, it doesn't,'
Was she missing him? No way in hell! She remembered how he had ignored her during dinner, not even a glance was sent her way. He wasn't the only one allowed to be angry, therefore, she would stand her ground.
