Damon walked into the bedroom too and found Nancy on the floor leaning to right side of the bed. He knew he was being hard on her when he stated, "I never get your clear answer. Do you stand with me and give up everything about your history and identity?"

"Do I have any other choice? I do agree, Damon. I do. In the end, I am your wife. And, I do submit to you..." But then Nancy raises her face up to look at him. Her mascara was smudged and she had fat tears in her eyes. "But know even then it won't be over. It won't be over until he doesn't get me out. Until he doesn't get my brother out. Until he doesn't get your child out because he has a claim on Ivanov's family too. If you want to sign a peace treaty with Fyodor you are welcome. But do mind it if he comes after you. And, you are only giving him time to be more powerful." Nancy hoped he would get his senses back to him.

But Damon had his face sore and voice firm when he told her. "This is the last time you will offer me your advice and thoughts. You be what you are to be."

Nancy looked at him surprised. She realized everything between them had changed. "What am I to you, Damon." Nancy was seething and angry at this point.

"My wife and a woman I can wage war for or kneel. This is you are fucking to me but right now I don't want to see your fucking face. But I dare you to walk out of this room." Saying this Damon turned around and made sure that all the windows were closed. He himself checked all of the windows before letting the drape fall on the large windows. He turned off the lights of the room. Only the dim light from the side table lamp casts a soft shadow on the room. Damon walked into the bathroom and changed before getting on the bed. But realizing he couldn't sleep he sat up and leaned on the bed. He looked at Nancy still sitting there. For the first time she looked beyond miserable and he was only getting annoyed by her presence.

"I am too mad to give you a bath today. But get over it. You cannot understand what this peace would mean for us in the future. I want to forget this night had happened. You were never the Ivanov girl for me and I don't want you to be ever. I only want you to be my Nancy always." Damon stated in finality but Nancy who refuses to understand this logic stood up. "Why do you have to make it difficult for me? I have told you I will accept any of your decisions for our family. But don't ask me to forget about my past altogether. I cannot and will not act as if I don't have a history with Fyodor and Raya. They have killed my family and they deserve my hate and contempt."

"Fine, hate them all you want but you will never tell a soul that you used to be Ivanov girl," Damon ordered making Nancy narrow her eyes.

"Why?" Nancy demanded. She wanted answers.

"You did it fine without telling anyone for the last ten years and you can do it now too."

"But at that time, I was on the run. I am not on the run anymore, Damon. I have settled down and I am trying to raise a family with you. And, I have to stand my ground for that."

Nancy turns Damon's head to her. He tried to sound righteous but Nancy hated every moment of it when he told her. "Accept it or not Fyodor will not accept a peace treaty where you won't agree to give up your old identity. It will be asked of you. We will ask you to swear on your God. And, you will have to promise that you will not only tell a single soul about being an Ivanov but you will also try your best to protect this secret."

Nancy's heart shattered into a million pieces. But as if giving him a chance of doubt she still asked. Her voice was breaking. "And, you will ask of me to do this in front of all of them..." Nancy was having a hard time believing it all. "...in front of Fyodor. In front of the people who have killed my people."

"Forget about your people. This is what I am asking." Nancy looked at him and asked, "Why?"

Damon raised his finger at her. "Because this is what your husband has decided for you. This is what I have decided for our family. Your old identity is causing us trouble. You have to renounce it." Nancy looked at him disappointed. Her lower lip wobbled before she said, "I...I can forgive you for what you did to me on our wedding night. But I will never forgive you for this one."

"What did you say?" Damon asked. Suddenly he felt Nancy was going far away from him. He wonders if she couldn't trust him.

"I can for once tell myself that my husband was a ruthless man. All powerful and he had to leash it out to dissipate his sorrow. His loss of losing his trust in women when his fiancé ran off. But today I find a man who is nothing but a coward. That day you must have hurt my body but today you hurt my ego..." Nancy was seething with anger at this point when she added, "...I will never be proud of the fact that you are my husband."

Damon fisted his hand and didn't move. While Nancy passed him and went into the bathroom. Damon heard her sobbing but he had the responsibility to keep her safe. It was after two hours that Nancy walked out. Damon was still sitting in the same position. Nancy looked at him for a moment before she walked to the other side of the bed and switched off her side lamp.

Even though Damon wanted to get away from her, he feared some danger could reach her. He knew he couldn't sleep until he left Bulgaria.

Nancy woke up in an empty bedroom. The memory of the last night went heavy on her. She felt lightheaded for how she hadn't eaten anything. She got her feet down. The whole room was heavily carpeted. Something common in Bulgaria. She walked to the bathroom to find Damon but he wasn't there.

Nancy agreed that she had put Damon in a difficult situation but she didn't want him to act cowardly. Nancy recalled how she treated Damon yesterday but didn't regret it one bit. Damon had to stop acting cowardly if he didn't want to lose her respect for him. But deep inside she knew he won't stop doing it. It was the moment she started realizing that she overestimated his love for her. He didn't want to fight for her. But only wanted her for her body or for maybe the fact she was pregnant with his child.

She felt lightheaded again and knew she had to eat something. She hadn't eaten anything yesterday and it wasn't good for her baby. She walked to the door and was about to set her foot out of the room but the moment she swung open the door it was Damon standing there. He had a bowl of soup in his hand.

The heavy aroma of the broth made her stomach churn with hunger. Nancy didn't ask him if the food was fine. She trusted him enough that he wouldn't poison her. But when she didn't walk to the small table where Damon had put the soup, he told her. "I have tasted it. It's safe..."

"I didn't ask," Nancy said before she walked to the chair and started getting the nutrition she so much needed.

When Nancy found Damon looking at her, she stopped and asked him. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

Damon shook his head and told her. "Not until you are finished with your soup." Nancy looked at him but then got busy finishing the soup. She also had a piece of bread along with it and told him. "I am still hungry." Damon nodded and told her. "I will arrange something. But just so you make up your mind. We have a meeting with Fyodor and Raya."

"A peace treaty?" Nancy asked and Damon nodded, "Very much,"

Nancy gulped before she raised her concern, "Will they ask me to renounce..." But cutting her off Damon added, "Fyodor has called to add the clause. I foresee it already and asked you to make up your mind." Nancy nodded, "I have made up my mind,"

"About what?" Damon asked,

"Is this necessary to ask?" Nancy questioned making Damon groan with frustration. He seemed to be losing it for a moment before he informed her, "We will leave Bulgaria the moment this meeting ends. Get ready," Damon turned around but then stopped to tell her. "I will arrange more food," But Nancy shook her head, "Don't bother, I have lost my appetite."

"Don't tease me like a seven-year-old," Damon warned but Nancy lost it at his choice of words. "I am no seven-year-old girl, Damon. Why don't say what I am? I am a descendant of the Ivanov family. I am no strip dancer kind of woman you are so used to seeing as your wife. I am a woman who belongs to a family. Ivanov family and you can't handle that. So, what do you do? You try to erase my identity."

Damon got his face red with anger. He chewed his lower lip before giving her a warning, "This attitude will not get you anywhere, Nancy. You are a smart woman. So, don't try to lose the only identity you are left with." Saying this Damon left. But Nancy was so devastated at the loss of her self-esteem.

Nancy got herself ready in a black dress but Damon didn't approve of it and made her wear a white one. If there was any respect left for her husband in Nancy's heart it was losing its foundation every other moment. Damon on the other hand wore a black suit with a white shirt underneath. They were meeting at a hotel near the airport.

Robert had already told Fyodor that Damon and his wife would be leaving for Alaska the moment the peace treaty was signed. Even the plane was ready to take off at its earliest.

Nancy was waiting for Damon in the living area of the presidential suite. He had gone out to receive a phone call. Nancy paced around and tried to embrace herself for the moment when she would lose her face in front of Fyodor. Damon walked into the suite and Nancy turned around to look at him.

"Are you ready?" Damon asked and Nancy nodded before she walked to him and passed him to get to the door but Damon was quick to hold her elbow. He looked into her eyes before he lowered himself to feel the gun on the underside of the thigh.

"I won't use it. Don't get it from me." Nancy tried to hold on to it but Damon took it with one jerk. Nancy looked mad at him for using his power or height at her.

"Isn't it enough that you are getting me to bow in front of my father's murderer? Now, you have to rip me off of any sense of security this weapon could offer me. But Damon got the gun in his belt before telling her. "Your sense of security should lie within me. I am your sense of security. Nancy started hyperventilating with anger. She gave him a sarcastic laugh as she managed. "I don't feel the same, Damon. I cannot feel the same for you,"