  &quot;Danner, I want to live alone in my own house for a few weeks.&quot;
  I drop the bomb, and indeed he is petrified by my words. His eyes rise to mine, incredulous in disbelief and anger. &quot;You want, what!&quot;. His lips are a straight line, his face a tight mask. Unfazed, I look back at him. &quot;I said I want some private space. We've been living together for a while and I'm starting to feel caged.&quot; 
  His fork falls back loudly on his expensive porcelain plate.
  By no means am I going to let Danner overpower me this time. I stand firm in this, I want to get rid of this strenuous part in our relationship. The engagement and this living-together entangle me, restricts my freedom of movement.
   &quot;What does feel cage mean?&quot;, he demands to know in a loud voice. &quot;Listen Danner, I don't want a fight. But we live as a married couple, I have to keep you in mind

  Two weeks back from China and I haven't heard from Dordrich yet. 
  A week ago at Danner's reception, we last saw each other but didn't speak. Danner's argus eyes wouldn't allow me to go and greet Dordrich. Because if I had only tried that, the whole event would have ended in a drama and that s exactly what I wanted to avoid.
  I spent the whole week in my own house. 
  Straight home from work. Every morning a walk through the artificial forest behind my house, in the evening flirting with Danner on the phone for an hour. By arrangement, I will go to his penthouse tomorrow after work and from there to work the next morning.
  I am taking another short walk today before I leave for work. 
  With a dry branch in hand, I follow the path to the Hill where there is a bench to rest for a while before starting the descent again. It is a walk of about half an hour. There is a tap there where I

  &quot;Honey, you look stunning.&quot; 
  Danner stands behind me with an admiring look in his eyes. My bright red dress, which is tight around my full breasts, falls loosely in a bell shape over my body to my knees. Against my pitch-black hair and gray eyes, it's a stark contrast. I have my eyes in a gray shade and my lipstick is hell red. I am an appearance that cannot go unnoticed by Danner's guests.
  Danner grabs me by the upper arms and presses me against his chest. I suppress the urge to push away from him, he has lost his attraction to me. I want to be further away from him, actually, I want my old life back where I live alone in my country house. Tomorrow I'm going to talk with him about this, I need some breathing space.
  Tonight is the launch of a new car brand at Danner's company and some senior officials are on the guest list. As his betrothed, everyone expects to see me a

&quot;Danner, I want to live alone in my own house for a few weeks.&quot;
  I drop the bomb, and indeed he is petrified by my words. His eyes rise to mine, incredulous in disbelief and anger. &quot;You want, what!&quot;. His lips are a straight line, his face a tight mask. Unfazed, I look back at him. &quot;I said I want some private space. We've been living together for a while and I'm starting to feel caged.&quot; 
  His fork falls back loudly on his expensive porcelain plate.
  By no means am I going to let Danner overpower me this time. I stand firm in this, I want to get rid of this strenuous part in our relationship. The engagement and this living-together entangle me, restricts my freedom of movement.
   &quot;What does feel cage mean?&quot;, he demands to know in a loud voice. &quot;Listen Danner, I don't want a fight. But we live as a married couple, I have to keep you in mind all the time. Notifying you where I am going, what time and when. It's all too much. I want a lit

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