I thought it was easy to love. Now I don't think so. Saying yes to Winston Slade's marriage proposal was easy. Keeping the diamond ring on my finger wasn't easy. But it's too late. Winston gets what he wants. And he doesn’t give away what he considers his own. He is perfect on the outside. We are all perfect. But sometimes it's a flaw wrapped in a beautiful package, and what we call love is just an illusion. Winston's love is like an ocean, and I'm drowning in it. When I come up for air, it pulls me down. Until the darkness that lives in his heart surrounds and consumes us both. Now there is no turning back for either him or me. I can’t stop myself from falling, but can I stop before I hit the ground?