It was much more then hate or dislike. It was a slow boiling of disgust that showed in my eyes and made the person in front of me balk. Smirking, I let it boil and writhe in my heart as I started at the bastard who had trapped me in such a way that it was nearly impossible to escape.
Like I said, it was much more then hate or dislike. It was contempt for the low life form that I called husband.
