This had become a normal occurrence. She would disagree with one of his proposals and he would wave that stupid photo in her face with a threatening smirk. It was always the same thing; something that had gone on way too long. He knew he could control her with that one simple photograph, it had been working for years. What he did not know, however, is that she was getting tired of it. Each time the photo was shoved in her nose it wore her down more and more and her composure was cracking.

And this time she could not care less about his devilish smirk and the contents of the photo. She could not care less about her destroyed reputation that she had to uphold and the consequences. She was done.

So his smirk and sharp eyes were met with a sickly sweet smile and an erect middle finger. As she turned on her heels and walked away. She walked out on her days as a slave to her own past mistakes and onto a new existence with peace of mind.