Here I am lying in the hospital, deep in thought. I was in a state of shock, an inch from being dead. I didn't think Blake would do something like this to me; I didn't think he had the nerve. But here I am, I guess actions speak louder than words. A few minutes later, the doctor came into the room.

"Mrs. Crenshaw, I have good news: you are being discharged today. Now, young lady, take it easy, you are still very fragile, and your body needs time to heal. Losing as much blood as you did is a serious matter. So, please, get plenty of rest and eat well and drink plenty of water and fluids."

"Thank you, Doctor Clayton." The minute he left the room I felt nervous all over my body, I began to tremble, my hands couldn't keep steady. I sat on the bed trying to calm myself.

"He's sending me home. There's Nothing Wrong with Me? Why do I feel this way?" I began to question myself because something felt terribly wrong. I tried to reason with myself. 'I'm sure others have felt this way after a traumatic experience."

The human brain is an outstanding organ. But little did Treasure know that her brain was about to become a runaway train without her even realizing it.

I kept asking myself the same questions while reminding myself that the Doctor said I'm fine. But how do you know when you've crossed the line from sanity to insanity? How can you tell when you are out of touch with reality?

Distracting me from my confused thoughts, my phone rang. "Hello."

"Hi, Treasure, it's Blake. I heard you were getting discharged today."

My heart began to pound, I didn't know if it was from anger or was, I still hoping.

"Yes, after dinner I can come home."

"Good, because we need to sit down and talk about this marriage."

"Yes, I know," I said, rolling my eyes at how reckless his attitude could be when he opened his mouth.

"I'm not going to get into it over the phone. It is a conversation that is best had in person."

"I agree."

"What time do you think you'll be here?"

"Um-hmm, I guess around six thirty."

"Okay, I'll see you soon. Be safe getting home."

"Blake, thank you, and thanks for calling me."

I hoped I didn't have any passion in my voice, but this call did give me hope. Maybe he has changed his heart and is ready to fix our marriage. I can't wait to see what happens. I wonder if he and Claire ended things. Maybe that's why he hasn't come to visit me here at the hospital, because he was breaking up with that home wrecker. Thank goodness, he's come to his senses.

It was around 6:15 when I walked through the door, the house, it was lifeless. I turned on the light in the kitchen and took a seat. I was still angry, but mostly hurt and disappointed. I was hoping to see Jake to thank him for being there for me and even being at the hospital. I'm sure I'll get my chance to tell him I appreciate his support. I headed upstairs. I rolled my suitcases into the master bedroom to see if Blake had made it home yet. He hadn't made it home from work, so I climbed into bed to get some rest while I waited. I had drifted off to sleep, and when I awakened and looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was almost 10 pm.

Blake walked into our bedroom. He looked unconcerned as he opened the door and saw me lying there.

"Blake, why didn't you come home tonight at six?

"I was busy with work."

"Busy with work, or busy with something else?" I said, sitting up in bed, disgruntled.

Blake hesitated; surprise crossed his face for a moment at my remark. "Look, I'm not going to waste your time, nor mine." Then, like bullets, his lethal words came blasting from his mouth.

"Now that you know about my affair with Claire, I feel relieved that the truth is out. Look, are you standing by your decision, or are you willing to compromise? Nothing will change, you will do your duties around here as a wife, and that includes having sex when I want it. I will continue to provide you with a comfortable roof over your head. I think that's fair."

There was no hello, how are you doing? Nothing but hurtful and disrespectful empty words. I remained calm, keeping my health condition in mind, but I was steaming hot on the inside.

Blake sat at the end of the bed, removing his tie, emotionless. I had just lost this man's flesh in blood and nearly died, and he's sitting here acting like it never happened. My blood pressure was rising at each inconsiderate, cruel word he spoke. It only deepened the sense of betrayal I felt. He acted like I owed him something. What about all the back pay he owes me for making me quit my job for nothing? He took my youth, my trust, and love, and even snatched my child from my womb. Here he is treating me like I was fulfilling some debt I owed him. It felt so heavy I could barely speak.

"Compromise? Are you really telling me to accept your affair?"

Blake raised his voice as if that justified all the hurt and pain he had caused me. "I can't believe you, of all people, had the nerve to tell me the other night about all the sacrifices you have made. Like what I've done for you was nothing. I provide for you; I take care of you! I chose to stay. I could have left you long ago, but I didn't. I could have walked away, but I remained married to you."

"I stand by my decision, Blake, we need to end whatever this is between us. Why is this so hard to understand? You are an intelligent man. It's over, I'm finally fully aware as to what is going on here, you don't love me, or want me, and you never did. I have to be wise and accept that, and you should be happy, but instead, you are angry. I don't get it."

"I'm not angry, you used me, and now you want a divorce so you can try and get your hands on my money. I've seen greedy, low-down women like you before. I've dealt with the worst of the worst. You are no match for me, baby! It'll never happen! You will never get your hands on one red penny I possess!"

My asking him for a divorce was like a slap on his face. It instantly shattered Blake's pride. My rejection shook him to the core. Blake Crenshaw wasn't used to anyone denying or rejecting him. In all his cruelty he had done to me, hearing that I didn't want him anymore, that was like a stab to his high and mighty Crenshaw pride.

"Whatever, Blake, you can't hurt me, no more than you already have, and when we go to court and the judge makes you pay my wife support, you'll deserve it, for all you put me through. So, let's get this over as soon as possible. This arrangement you made with my uncle, without consulting me first, is null and void. I reject it."

"Boy, you really are something. I see you lack gratitude; no wonder your uncle was ready to get rid of you."

With his twisted logic, he tried hard to convince himself that marrying me was some major sacrifice, as if that made up for his betrayal and that I should feel guilty. But it was time to take back my strength instead of waiting for him to give it back.

"Your words don't hurt me anymore. I still want a divorce. And you'll be free to sleep around all you want."

Blake's jaw tightened, and I saw a flash of hatred in his dark eyes, he stared at me hard. I said it and I meant it, but I was so unprepared for what would happen next.

"What did you say!?" Blake's anger truly begins to blaze.

"I want a divorce," I said calmly, trying to keep from losing my temper.

"Blake raised his voice as if that justified all the hurt and pain he had caused me. "You will get what I give you. Do you understand! And that's not going to be a divorce anytime soon. A woman like you needs to learn how to treat a man like me, after all I've done for you."

"Exactly, what have you done for me lately? Tell me what you have done for me. Almost killed me with all your lying and cheating! Stressing me out to the point of causing me to lose my baby! That's all you've done for me, Blake Crenshaw."

Jake, Blake's twin brother, and their father were up working late in the family library. When they were suddenly disturbed by the shouting and doors slamming that came from our upstairs bedroom, that's when Jake realized Treasure had made it home from the hospital. But he kept his cool, even though he was excited and relieved that she was okay, but very displeased that Blake was being unthoughtful of the delicate matter she had just experienced. It made Jake instantly angry with his brother. But he had to stay calm.

Mr. Crenshaw let out a deep sigh, showing his frustration. "What's going on with your brother? Why can't he be responsible like you? I told him he'd better be careful with his relationships at that office. But did he listen? No. That boy never listens. Maybe I should have let you marry that girl."

"I told you I was the one better fit for a family. But you got me tied down to this business, when it's Blake who loves dealing with these scumbags."

"Jake, I need your brains in this operation. Blake needs to settle down and start valuing family life, and besides, he's the oldest. I don't think that boy would have ever gotten married if I hadn't forced him. It's been seven years, and he still hasn't had one child. How am I supposed to keep the Crenshaw family name going if he can't get that girl pregnant? I thought maybe if he had his own family, that might help him some."

"Forcing Blake to marry isn't going to make him love the lifestyle of a family man. I'm the one who wants all those things, but your decision has only made all of us suffer, especially that sweet, innocent girl. Dad, did you really want her to be tortured? I'm telling you, Blake's method of getting paid for debt is inhumane and it's dangerous.

"My, aren't you a bit emotional over your brother's wife? Another man's woman. Be careful, my boy. You know how your brother can be about his toys."

"I'm not being emotional, and that's just it; she's not his toy. I'm just stating facts. Plus, she deserves a far better man than Blake, Dad; she's a good woman."

"I thought Blake getting married might change him a bit. Boy, was I wrong. But that girl isn't clueless. I've watched her around this house, and all the transformations she's made over the years. She doesn't come from good stock, but she's resilient and I like that about her, and she's pretty smart too."

"I know all those good things about Treasure, the only person who doesn't appreciate her is Blake. I warned him not to hurt her. And that's exactly what he's done by playing around with other women. I'm so upset right now. I don't know what I might do."

"You stay out of their marriage, I'm warning you, Jake, that could be dangerous. I don't want to see you two fighting over some gambler's daughter. Now go tell him, "I want to see him when he gets back from his trip."

"Dad, we are not little boys anymore. I know the real reason you are sending me up to his room. I'm getting tired of always having to clean up Blake's messes. How long have I been doing this? Since we were kids. He might be the older twin, but I'm the mature one, and you know it. We look alike and that's it. I have absolutely nothing in common with my brother, and I'm fed up with how he's handling things lately, and even more so how he's been treating Treasure."

"I know, but I can't let his careless attitude mess up what we've worked so hard to accomplish."

"When am I going to be set free, from all of this, Dad?"

Jake stepped out of the library feeling frustrated. He headed up the stairs with the intention of confronting his brother, hoping to restore some peace at home. He was tired of always being the peacemaker and coming up with excuses for his brother's terrible behavior. His irritation grew as he overheard Blake disrespecting Treasure. With determination, he knocked firmly on the bedroom door.

Although Jake and Blake looked very much alike, he often found himself wishing they didn't. They shared the same strong features and athletic build. But there were enough differences to set them apart-Blake had dark hair while Jake sported platinum blonde, and one twin had a distinct dimple in his jawline. Jake kept his hair blonde because he didn't want anyone to confuse him with Blake or mistakenly take a bullet for him. Blake was his brother, but he didn't care about boundaries, he flirted with married women all the time.

"I'm coming in," Jake declared confidently before opening the door. He stopped at the doorsill, instantly aware of the thick tension in the room. The atmosphere felt heavy, sensing the weight of what was taking place.

"What's going on?" he asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

"Nothing, Jake. It's none of your business."

"Blake, you've made it everyone's business in this house as loud as the two of you are shouting. I heard you way downstairs. Why is Treasure crying? What have you done to her?"

"I haven't done anything to her. And since when did I have to start answering you about my wife?" Blake's voice dripped with irritation, yet Jake's gaze remained steady on Treasure, a hint of worry etched on his face.

"Then you need to start acting like a man and treat her like a wife. Treasure, are you okay?" Jake's eyes glanced at her, his tone softening, genuinely concerned.

"I'll be fine," she replied, her voice barely a whisper, locking eyes with Jake, the desperation pooling in her gaze. His presence felt like a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters. Jake turned, looking at Blake with venom, revealing his so-called business trip with his secretary in front of Treasure. Jake felt she deserved to know every sneaky thing his brother was doing.

"Dad says when you get back from Hawaii with Clara, he wants to have a meeting with us."

"Yeah, now leave my room, and mind your business. So, I can deal with my wife." Blake said sharply, his eyes narrowing. Jake mirrored his brother's expression, both locked in a silent stare-off before Jake looked at Treasure as she nodded at him, she was okay. Then and only then did Jake decide to retreat from the room. But Jake stood guard outside the door listening, just in case Treasure needed him to defend her from his brother.

"Blake, you don't get to shut me out. I can't believe this. Are you really going to take that tramp to Hawaii with you?"