The Billionaire's Extraordinary Romance

Chapter 48: The Prowess Of A Wife

Jayden's POV

I sat cross legged on the bed, facing Kyra who sat in the same position. I made sure she was comfortable and cautious enough not to hurt her knee. Externally, her knee was okay except for occasional swells. The pain she suffered was internal, but she was managing it well.

I had given her box of tissues which was of great use to her as her eyes bled with pain and the grief of reminiscing on painful memories that changed her life drastically.

I held her hand through it all as she narrated the story of her life. She gave me a detailed account of how her father had died and how she got blamed for it all.

Her narrations were vivid. I could feel her pain and agony. How could her own family give her so much pain at the point when she needed them the most?

She told me about all the physical, verbal and emotional abuse. She poured out her soul on how she battled depression and all her health problems all by herself. The environment she lived in forced her into a shell of no confidence at all and crushed all her dreams.

When I lost my mom, everyone I knew showered me with love and affection. I never felt alone because I was supported through it all. Her case was quite the opposite. No one could ever understand the agony she had to go through because her case was different.

"I tried to be nice. I tolerated all the insults and pain hoping that they'd change and have mercy on me. I prayed for that light at the end of the tunnel, but there was darkness all the way. I just wished I could switch places with my dad. It should have been me who died and not him."

"It'd have been much harder for him, Kyra."

"It hasn't been easy for me either, Jayden. Five years of my life have been hell. I couldn't even do anything about it because I knew that in a way, they were right. It was my fault."

"No. It wasn't your fault. You didn't know you'd end up crashing. This was just an accident, Kyra. Accidents happen and they're never planned," I reasoned with her. It broke my heart seeing her so broken and devastated. My own eyes stung with hot tears that threatened to escape.

"I tried to explain that to them, but they never listened. They crushed all my dreams and hopes of ever becoming anyone in this lifetime. I thought time would heal them, but it never did. Everyone used to love me, but everything changed and I became the black sheep of the family," she told me, her lips trembling as she cried.

"I tried to leave. I just wanted to run away from home, go to London and start over. I tried more than I can count, but I couldn't do it. Despite everything they had done to me, I still loved them. I still do. I couldn't live without them. I love them a lot and it hurts, Jay."

Kyra stopped talking for a while, hot torrents of grief coursing down her cheeks. She held tighter onto my hand as if her entire life depended on it. I squeezed her hand gently, assuring her I was there for her.

She never deserved all the hate and pain she received. She was one of the nicest people I ever came across in my life. The worst part was it was her own family bringing her down.

Deep emotions stirred within me with no other outlet, but through tears trapped in my eyes. I couldn't break down in front of her. I had to give her strength and support her.

"I made a promise to myself that I'd make the most out of this marriage and walk away with my freedom and happiness. I promised myself that if we divorce, I'll leave New York and go find my dreams and the real me again very far away."

"You won't go anywhere, Kyra. You can find your happiness and freedom here. I'm sure your family is trying to make up for the past. They've been nice and supportive ever since you came back."