chapter 2

By the time they got home, Mickey had it all worked out. He would get his revenge! She would regret her transgression. Had there been more than one? It did not matter.

Before any routine became established on their return, he sat her down and confronted her with what she had done. She could not deny it.
She apologised. She said it would not happen again. She said she had drank too much.
Mickey did not accept her apology. He told her she was not going to get an easy divorce and walk away with half of his money. She could not leave because he’d locked all the doors electronically with his fingerprint. He was taking charge now. She had no choice but to comply.
First of all, she was moving out of their shared bedroom. She was going to move into her own room, the one that overlooked the trees at the side of the house. It was only marginally smaller. It still had it’s own en-suite bathroom and separate dressing room with a walk in wardrobe. So far, she considered moving out of the marriage bed was not going to be so bad.
But that was not all.
He demanded all of her credit and bank cards. He said he was stopping all of them. She was not going to spend his money any more. She already had plenty of clothes in her wardrobe. She did not need any more. Indeed, he would get his stylist to select what she was to wear each day.
She was not going to have the same freedom that she was used to. He took her mobile phone off her and removed the SIM card. Every other digital device in the house was security protected to keep her out. Now, she had no contact with the outside world. She could not simply ring someone up to come and collect her. She would not be allowed to leave, held prisoner, until Mickey decided she’d had enough.
But that was not going to be all. The gym was out of bounds for her. She could not go out running. Indeed, she was not to take any exercise other than walking around the house. She would, however, maintain a 10,000 calorie diet, every day.

Stacey thought she had misheard. Ten thousand calories? But she would gain weight if she consumed that much!
Mickey congratulated her on her quick thinking. She was exactly right!

Then again, Stacey had several techniques in her armoury to look like she was eating, or to eliminate unwanted food from her body. She’d learned it all when she was a fashion model. She was sure Mickey had got his figures mixed up. Maybe he meant 1,000 calories, not 10,000. He didn’t mean what he had said. In a week or two, he’d forget or forgive her and give her back her cards and her phone.
She agreed to go along with him... for now.