Her Soft Hearted Psycho Husband

I AM THE WHORE

pov

I woke up in the morning hearing his car sound. Last night he was fucking another girl. But I don't know how he is capable of doing it even in the presence of his girlfriend. That girl seems very innocent. I have seen many girls ruling this house till their stay in his house but she is different. She helps the head maid. She even tried to help me but none let them fearing their boss. He wants to treat her like a queen but... I don't know it's their problem. My biggest worry got a cure. I believe she will take good care of my child. She used to take care of head maids grand son. But still I can't beleive her completely as my child is not hers. What will happen if she gets her own child. Arghh my morning mood swings anyway the monster is not in the house. I am going have my meal downstairs. Atleast I get to feel the presence of normal people. Yeah the people in the house take care of me well in his absence but don't even talk to me in his presence.

I finished my morning duty and went to the dining hall. Shalini was sitting on his chair, while I sat on my regular chair next to his. The food looked tempting, and I was just about to start eating when the girl he had fucked the previous night came downstairs.

She clapped her hands twice, the way she does when she wants service, and asked the maid why that fucking ore was sitting on his chair when she was the one who had served him last night. She said that the person who fucked him the previous night gets to sit on his chair the next day until their service ends. She demanded to know whether that was the habit of this house, and if so, why it was changing now.

Everyone's eyes were on her as she spoke. The head maid tried to explain the situation, saying, "Ma'am, sir has informed us that only Shalini ma'am can sit on his chair. No one else is allowed."

Hearing this, the girl shouted, asking why everyone was respecting her so much. She said Shalini was just his whore-neither above nor below anyone.

That was it. That was my breaking point.

I lost my patience and shouted at her, "Then who are you?" No one expected this reaction from me. She was taken aback and asked, "What did you say?"

I replied, " I asked if she is the whore then who you are. At least she is fucking the man she is going to marry, not like you, who is fucking a man who is going to marry another girl."

That was the moment she completely lost her cool. She walked toward me and tried to hit me, but I pushed her and slapped her hard.

Everyone stared at me as if they had seen a ghost, but their reactions didn't affect me even a little. She stood there and threatened me, saying I would see what she was capable of doing to me.

But my mood had already shifted rapidly. I told her, "Get the fuck out of here."

And it worked.

She left the place immediately. I finished my two breads and went upstairs, completely unaware of the storm that was about to come.

After an hour or two, I went downstairs again to bring some water, as they still hadn't refilled my water jar. When I reached the dining hall, I saw everyone standing silently around the dining table. Shalini was crying, with her head resting on the table.

I asked everyone, "What happened, dear? Why does everyone look like they are mourning for something that hasn't happened yet?"

I politely asked the head maid to bring me some water and also to bring coffee for Shalini. I could see her crying uncontrollably.

I held her and said, "You are not what that girl called you. You are just a person whose life chose to play with circumstances. Don't take her words seriously. You might have become like this because of your situation, and I completely understand it.

Do you know, Shalini? I had sex with my boyfriend before marriage. One day, he died in an accident. I never thought I could come out of the guilt of losing him.

But one day, I tried. In my attempt to heal, I married another person and had sex with him. I believed he was going to be the father of my child.

Then one day, the bastard came into my life. You know the rest. He fucked me, and life chose him to be the father of my child.

Tell me-was my aim to become a whore? No, it wasn't. I planned to marry my innocent boyfriend and nurture his child, but life chose to play differently.

If you think you are a whore, you are not. When I can love someone and marry someone I did not love, and carry the child of someone I neither married nor loved, then who in this fucking world deserves that title?

I believe you might not have done any of these things. If I can see my lover die, if I can sleep with my husband without loving him, and if I can abandon my baby, then who the hell in this world is worse than me?

God has shown you a better life ahead. Never let anyone do whatever they want with your life." I never know why the hell is I am this much positive till the morning I am sure the god has planned a big smack for me. I went upstairs. In the afternoon while I am sleeping I was woken up by someone grabbing my hair and dragging me to the hall upstairs. Who the hell can behave like this except that bastard.

"Everyone here see. She is the bitch of this bungalow. do you know who she is. She has loved someone and slept with him, married someone and slept with him and now she has slept with me and I am beleiving the baby in her stomach is mine but after doing all this she has the capacity to call another girl as whore," I have said the same words in the morning but it hurts when it is from his mouth.

"Look at shalini and now look at her. Do you know Shalini escaped from brothel in order to prevent her dignity but this girl can sell her body to anyone who is rich yet she had the audacity to call another girl whore. I'll leave you if you accept that you are the whore," he said I saw the smirk of the girl.

"I WAS THE WHORE,NOW SLAVE ,WILL BE A SELFISH SURROGATE,WORST DAUGHTER AND A ORPHANED CORPSE.. NOW CAN YOU LEAVE ME," I said all this gritting looking at his face and forcefully pulling his hand away from my hair. Then I walked away from there he was astonished by my answer but I am broken beyond breathing. I went to my room cried thinking my past, present and future.

At gynaecology room

"The baby is completely fine but your uterus seems week. It would be better for you if we terminate this baby," she said collapsing my last hope of getting to see the person who gonna loves me one day.

"I won't accept to this," I said firmly

"But your life will be at risk I am gonna tell sir," she said

"He will kill either you , me or both after hearing your suggestion. Most probably he will kill you and get another doctor to save his baby's life even if it costs.y life. So it is better if you avoid telling him," I suggested and left from there with teary eyes.

That's why today I said I will be a ORPHANED CORPSE as my parents have already celebrated mourning ceremony for someone thinking it's me so none will mourn my death. My baby won't even know who is her mother. I went into a teary deep slumber thinking all this