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LORENA

Forty-eight hours. That was all it took. Barely two days, and I wanted to murder my husband more than anything else.

I was so furious I saw red. I barely stepped foot into his house, and he already dominated my life and my schedule.

First at the pool, he swarmed me with his presence. Then demanded I change my hair color.

Who in the hell did he think he was? But I bit my tongue and made the appointment. For the same day, just as he demanded. It was back to its black mane.

Of course, I would never admit to him that I liked it better this way too. I never used permanent hair color so the hairdresser was able to strip the color off without major damage to my hair and did an amazing job bringing it back to my natural color.

Or as close as possible to it because honestly, after all that time, it was hard to remember the exact shade of it. It felt good to have it cut and freshened up.