Here I am walking towards the man who is going to be my husband in the next 10 min. the guests are all staring at me as I am making my way toward my groom. there are smiles and adoration on everyone face thinking that this is a love marriage but what they don't know is that this is an arranged marriage. I have not seen his face for once. I have no idea what kind of person he is.
I don't want to marry him but I don't have another choice. my stepmother is the one who forced me into marrying this man and I have to follow her order because she has my brother who is the only person in the world I love. this marriage will combine both companies.
soon my hand was placed in his and the priest started with his speech. we say our 'I DO'. when the priest said, "you may kiss the bride". making me widen my eyes. but to my surprise, he gives me a small pack on my forehead. everyone stand up and start clapping with a wide smiles plastered on their faces.
after the reception, we bid our goodbyes and left for his house. I am exhausted and all I need is rest. I think I should give this marriage a chance. he doesn't seem that bad and he is quite handsome as well. oh, how wrong I was.
he stop his car and I saw a big mansion. It is much bigger than my house. I was still admiring the mansion when he open my door and grab my arm tightly and start dragging me towards the mansion. his grip is painful and without my knowing tears start coming from my eyes. I tried to speak but he turn a deaf ear to me.
as soon as we enter the mansion he throws me to the floor with force and I hit my head on the marble floor.
"Just because I marry you that does not mean I accept you as my wife. you are nothing but a filthy rat. don't you dare to interfere in my life. and I don't want to see your filthy face". he said and left while I am still on the floor crying my eyes out. A few drops of blood dropped on the floor I touched my forehead and its bleeding.
but it is not hurting as much as my heart is hurting. I lost my mother when I was just 7 and my little brother was 3. my father remarries just 2 days after the funeral and from that day on all I got was torture' from my stepmother. I was more like a made than the lady of that house. I thought that maybe after the marriage my life will change but it's worst than that.
I slowly got up and sat on the sofa in the living room. I don't know where to go so I just slept on the sofa.
I was sleeping peacefully when someone pour cold water on me. I open my eyes and sat while gasping still trying to process what happened a few minutes ago. I look up only to find my husband with an empty bottle.
he glares at me " I don't bring you here to rest. make me breakfast and clean the house."
I am still in my wedding gown but I don't know where is my suitcase. so I decide to make his breakfast first.
I place his breakfast on the dining table when he comes and sits. I was about to leave when he stopped me.
"I want my coffee hot," he said. I quietly took his cup and went to the kitchen.
after placing the mug back on the table I turn but he holds my hand. I look at him and he is glaring at me "you want to hurt me don't you". I tried to understand his words but before I could say anything he dip my hand in the extremely hot coffee making me scream. I tried to snatch my hand but his grip was firm.
"know your place women," he said and left my hand while smirking. my hand is burning and red. I hold it on my chest and leave from there. I ran and soon found myself in the garden I sat on the bench and was crying.
why it always happens to me? why my life is full of darkness? why can't be happy?
I had enough I will not tolerate this anymore I will talk to him. I want inside but he already left. but I will talk to him tonight then.
I start looking at the mansion for my bag and I must say it's beautiful. I am on the second floor and there's only one room left for me to see. I went inside and it won't take me long to figure out that this is his room. I found my bag in the corner and took it with me to the guest room. I change myself into a comfortable outfit and start cleaning the house to pass the time.
It's already night and I am making dinner when I hear the front door opening. that means he is back. I need to talk to him. I quickly make the dinner and place it on the dining table.
currently, I am standing at his door. taking a deep breath I knock on the door but got no response. I again knock but all I got is silence. I decide to enter. opening the door slowly I went in only to see him kissing another girl. they were so lost in the kiss that they don't notice my presence. my eyes become teary making everything blur but I won't let them fall. I won't waste my tears on him. I turn to leave but accidentally knock on the vase. it falls making a loud sound and getting the attention of them both.
as soon as the girl saw me her face become flushed and she left hurriedly while muttering a small sorry.
I look at him only to see him glaring at me with burning eyes. he made his way toward me and hold my hair in a painful grip.
"what the hell are your problem." the tears I was holding escape from my eyes.
"I j...just wa...wanted to...to tal...talk" I said stuttering badly.
"and what made you think I would talk to you", he said making his grip tighter. I hold his hand and tried to free my hair from his grip but he is too strong. it feels like he will rip my hair any second now.
"I want a divorce"
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