Her Sin [ON HOLD UNTIL SUMMER 2022]

Chapter 1

When I was little, I daydream about my happily ever after.

Can you blame me?

I would be immensely, utterly, and profoundly in love by the age of eighteen, and then I would get engaged under the shinny, luminous moonlight at the age of twenty-three. I would get married in Paris with a glamour yet elegant dress at the age of twenty-five, then God would bless me with my first child at the age of twenty-six.

In the following years, I would dedicate my life to my children and lovely husband while living near the shore or city - I wouldn't mind whichever . I would thrive on exploring parts of the world and helping those in need. I would make sure to follow God's plan to the best of my ability, as well as my family, and have a faithful yet straightforward life. In the end, I would spend final days under the sun, moon, and stars with the love of my life as I tell my grandchildren all of my adventures, my favorite memories, the time that I would get lost in new cities, and how much I would thank God for all the good He had given me. Then, I would peacefully, with my lovely husband, got to another realm, to hopefully continue our love.

It was a good happy ever after for myself, but now I laugh at how naive I sounded. My idea of my happily ever happened only in books, or even soap operas, because in life, everything is more complicated. As much as I tried to follow that daydream, at the end of the day, I figured it was just that, a daydream. It was nice to dream like that until I met him.

Jack Rose.

He came into my life like a hopeless, romantic poet who painted his words accordingly and beautifully. He used those words to get into my head. He was a wolf in disguise and I was his innocent prey. He fooled me blindly that I never saw it coming, now imagine how easy it was to fool my family. He had me. He had us. He was too good to be true, so I gave in like any other person waiting for their happily ever after.

I thought I won the lottery that Sunday morning at Church. He was that good. For the first time, I thought I could finally make that dream into a reality, but little did I know that he was the beginning of my nightmares.

"Would you stop daydreaming!"

I flinch at the sound of shattered glass, and I was brought back to reality. I see myself across from him at the dinner table. His glass of water was no longer next to him but on the floor everywhere. His black eyes stare at me with rage, as he clenched his jaw.

"I'm sorry." I found myself whispering under his intimidating eyes that make me feel small and tried picking up my fork.

My hands feel numb after being tried down to the bed this morning and haven't function properly ever since. I don't know how I manage to make dinner tonight, but I thank God for helping me find the strength I needed.

"You are sorry?" He suddenly stands up and throws the chair to the wall behind him, making me flinch in fear. Oh, no.

My breathing picks up as he storms towards me. I can feel my eyes watering at the sound of his steps and his grunts. My eyes widen at the sight of his hands curling up into a fist, but in seconds, he grabs my hair and throws me to the ground.

I look up at him with tears now running down my cheeks as my lips begin to tremble. He raises his food up and begins to kick me uncontrollably.

"You are sorry?"

Kick.

"Why can't you SIMPLY please your husband?"

Kick.

"You are worthless."

Kick.

"You were a mistake."

Kick.

"Pleas-se." I plead against the cold wooden floor, as I feel an unbearable pain in my stomach. I bring my shaking hands to my stomach to prevent him from kicking me again. "Stop-p."

He suddenly stops and kneels to me. He roughly pulls my hair up, making me hiss in pain, and makes me look at him.

"You are lucky I can't hit they pretty face." He growled with so much hatred. "Don't fucking daydream again."

He finally let's go roughly, not before giving me one last kick. I don't dare to look up at him or say anything. I am not strong enough today. Instead, I curled up on the floor as I hear him getting the car keys from the table, and by the sound of the door slamming shut, he storms out.

In seconds, I begin to sob as I tried to hold on to the pain that's building up in my sore stomach. I tried getting up, but my wobbly legs won't corporate, so I am just there, laying down.

"Why?" I silently whisper to whoever is hearing me. "Why, God? I can't handle this pain anymore, no more-e"

Many might say that God has abandoned me for not helping me or question why I still have faith in Him, but they don't know how much strength he gives me to handle everything. I know He's there and soon will help me get out of this nightmare.

After talking to myself for minutes, and trying to be optimistic, I finally get up, with so much pain, and sit on the nearby chair.

"Mmm." I hum as I tried to clear my mind off my doubts towards God. "Well, I better start cleaning."

AN:

Worst ending every for chapter 1, but bear with me.

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