“From now on, you’ll clear your wardrobe with me. Your attire is to be demure and tasteful, no cleavage, no short skirts,” . . . he was thinking of several things that hung in her closet, “no slits, no going without proper underwear, and nothing sheer. You will carry yourself as a woman of virtue and your conversations with men at any party, ours or any other that you may attend, will be conducted only while you’re at my side. And in the future, a single glass of wine, or port will do. You’re far too loose with more than that in your system.”
Exhausted, weary and in pain, Heidi listened to her husband’s orders, wanting the entire time to protest his overbearing rules. But she had no strength to fight him. He always won. Six months as his wife, and that was one thing she was sure of
