Almost of its own accord, the back of her hand smacked against his mouth with all of her might. She could be quite strong when she was angry and she preferred to leave her mark on her husband with the large diamond he gave her to celebrate their forced marriage. Antonin's bottom lip split, bright red blood oozing out of the wound. She could see his fury, his rage, just itching to come to the surface and make her pay for her cruelty. But, to her supreme disappointment, he wouldn't fight back.