Abandoned Wife

During their entire honeymoon, Robert tried to find out the name of the man his wife loved, but there was no way to make her talk. No matter how much he insisted, she wouldn't say anything and refused to talk about it.

Upon their return, their first and only stop was Alice Taylor's new home, the one her husband had assigned to her. For her, living in a house away from the city wasn't a problem, but when Robert stated that she couldn't leave unless he ordered her to, Alice vehemently refused. She wouldn't stay locked up just because he said so.

"You're my wife! And if you thought this marriage would be a fairy tale just because you decided it, you're wrong, Alice Taylor! Your nightmare begins here. You wanted me as your husband, now you have me. Let's see how you handle all of this."

She called her parents to complain about her husband's behavior, considering it an abuse on his part and that she shouldn't have to endure it. However, there was no support from her parents. It wasn't as she had thought; nothing was as she expected it to be.

"It's your husband now, Alice," her mother said. "You're a grown woman. You need to learn to deal with the problems that come up in your marriage. Everything is a process and it won't all be rosy, but you're an adult. Remember, you're a couple now, and he's older than you. Just follow his advice, let him lead you. Listen to Robert, he's your husband now and you're his wife." Those were her parents' words, distancing themselves from the situation.

They made it clear that these were marital problems and there was no room for outsiders; it was something between the two of them, and her parents didn't see it as something so serious. They believed their daughter was just exaggerating a little.

In that huge house, there were three staff members, who were to be her only companions, and they had strict orders from Robert not to have any interaction with her.

"Robert... can we do this differently, please?"

"What other way? Do you think there's another way? You chose to marry me! Now you deal with the consequences! You're not the powerful Alice Taylor anymore. Now you're Alice, Robert Graham's wife. Can't you see? I'm the one in control now, and we do things my way. From now on, you'll live in my shadow. Get used to it or suffer along the way." The authoritarian husband made his position clear. She had to submit to him, or she would have a hard time. Robert had no intention of backing down.

"You don't even give us a chance to get along!" she shouted as he left. "You don't even try to make things right, Robert!"

With sadness, Alice saw that Robert still rejected her and blamed her for the marriage neither of them wanted. She didn't know what to do, but she didn't want to live that way.

He left her in that house and just walked away, not saying anything more.

The weeks passed very slowly. Alice sank into that loneliness, surrounded by cold, whitish walls that weren't friendly at all. As the weeks went by, she realized she was pregnant. She informed her husband, but it didn't seem important to him.

Nausea, morning sickness - everything was new and sudden for the young woman and her inexperienced body that was trying to adapt to these upcoming changes. Alice was always attended to at home throughout her pregnancy; she never went to the hospital for a regular check-up. The doctor came to the house and performed the necessary examinations because Robert wouldn't allow it any other way, and Alice's words seemed to hold no value to anyone.

There she was, abandoned, with no one seeming to hear her.

When she couldn't even see her own feet due to the size of her belly, her only company was her baby. The employees avoided talking to her during those months of isolation, and she only went out to the garden to walk, see the flowers, breathe fresh air, and walk a little.

As Alice no longer remembered the sound of her own voice or how to start a conversation, she began to talk to her belly, to her baby. She would touch her belly with her hands while applying a thin layer of cream, talking and singing to her unborn child. She told the baby about her childhood, about the wonderful times at university with Jared, the most beautiful moments of her life, the man she still loved despite months of not seeing him, even though she was married and pregnant by her husband.

Just a few weeks before her due date, and after all that time of being abandoned by her husband, he unexpectedly arrived at the house one early morning, catching everyone by surprise.

He opened the door to her room, and when he turned on the lights, he saw the woman lying there, starting to wake up.

"Robert?" Who else could it be? She couldn't fathom what he was doing there. She hadn't heard from him in months.

But Robert couldn't take his eyes off her swollen belly. It was the first time he had seen her in months, and he hadn't realized her pregnancy was so advanced, that Alice looked like that.

"Alice, but... you're huge." He sat on the bed and tried to touch her, but she wouldn't let him.

"I just want to touch your belly." He climbed onto the bed, and when he saw her large breasts showing through the transparent fabric, his mouth dropped open. He looked at her bare legs, and desire surged within him, causing his erection to grow quickly.

How could he desire a pregnant woman he hadn't seen in months?

"And I don't want you to. Don't touch my belly." Alice saw desire in her husband's eyes. She tried to grab the sheets to cover herself, but Robert didn't allow it.

"Do you think you can abandon us here and then come as if nothing happened?," she reproached him. She wouldn't let him lay a finger on her.

"Yes, of course I can. I show up after all these months, and this is how you receive me? You should be happy that I'm at least coming to visit you. Take off that robe and let me see the changes in your body. Your breasts are beautiful. Let your husband see them and put a smile on your face. Show a little more happiness."

"Happiness?" She laughed mockingly. "Do I have to be happy to see you? And don't think that undressing will happen. I'm tired. Let me rest."

"It's supposed to make you happy to see the father of your child, your husband! Of course, it's supposed to make you happy! Let me see your body for once!" If she refused him, he got angry. He didn't take her refusal well; he didn't like it when she tried to direct him or tell him what to do. He despised her responses or any attempt to contradict him.

He hated seeing Alice act like the great Alice Taylor. He detested the idea that she considered herself superior to him.

"Well, it doesn't make me happy! Not at all! I don't like seeing you after the way you've treated me since we met. Besides, I'm not fond of you either. Go away! Even loneliness is better than your company! And I won't let you touch me."

"I'm your husband!"

Alice got out of the bed to escape from him, but Robert was much faster. He held her carefully, making sure not to bump her belly, and started pulling at her pajamas until she was naked. The first thing his hands touched were Alice's striking and enormous breasts.

They had truly grown a lot. Her weight had increased considerably, and those breasts were no exception. Their size left Robert's mouth watering, along with other more perverse thoughts that entered his mind.

"Let me go! I don't want you to touch me! Don't touch me, Robert! I don't want this! You have no right!"

He turned her away from him, and his hand took control of her vagina.

"Alice," he said in her ear, his voice had become deep with desire, and touching her was making him hotter and hotter. "It's been months since I touched you. Are you going to say you don't want it?" His hand moved over her chest, his fingers stimulating her while he kissed her neck. Alice squeezed her eyes shut tightly, wishing nothing more than for him to leave, to stop touching her, as she had never desired him before and that wasn't about to change now.

Robert took that hand to his mouth and moistened his fingers before returning them to her vagina. She squirmed uncomfortably, but he didn't let go.

After touching her for a while, he led her to the bed and pulled out his member. He spread her legs and admired her naked body, her breasts, her flushed face, and those wide hips.

Alice closed her eyes and focused on one thing only - picturing Jared's face in her mind, recalling memories with him as Robert satisfied himself with her body.

Even though Alice had never experienced an orgasm, Robert seemed to enjoy himself a lot when he took her body, despite saying he despised her or didn't like her curves or her weight.

He took a deep breath and then held her face while she lay on the bed, placing a finger in her mouth, moistening it before running it over her lips. He didn't like her expression and how still she remained whenever he took her, like lifeless, without warmth, without spirit.

"Well, there are women who were delighted to see me every time I entered their rooms or their beds. It doesn't matter if you're not happy. I came out of courtesy, not because I really wanted to see you. I'll be here again when my child is born." He let go of her face and threw the sheet over her naked body. He didn't want to look at her anymore. He was satisfied, if desire rejected her again. "On the outside, you look appealing, but in the end, you're insipid, lacking grace or sensuality, and what's worse, you're cold. Your body is like a block of ice that can't warm me up, even with all that flesh. Alice, you're not a good woman." After those harsh words to his wife, he left.

That's how their encounter unfolded after months of not seeing each other, but Alice felt relief that he was gone. She genuinely preferred to be alone than in the company of her husband, Robert Graham. She despised his ownership of her body and felt dirty every time he took her in that way.

She suffered initially because he abandoned her there, but then she only appreciated his absence. She was now relieved and didn't feel bad about being the abandoned wife; she was grateful for it.

That night, after that argument and after he had taken her without any care, despite her advanced pregnancy, Alice couldn't sleep anymore. Due to the agitation from their heated exchange or the forceful use of her body by Robert, she felt distressed, along with being extremely tired. Her belly was restless, and her back ached horribly.

She started pacing back and forth, unable to ease the pain. The hours kept passing, and morning arrived. When Alice couldn't bear the pain any longer, she asked one of the employees to call the doctor. She wasn't feeling well and feared for her baby's health. Everything in her belly seemed very strange; she didn't want anything bad to happen to her baby.

When the doctor arrived and examined her, he knew it wasn't yet time for the baby to be born, but something wasn't right.

Something was wrong.

He kept her under observation, and then the alarm sounded when Alice Taylor suddenly developed a high fever. She had to be rushed to the hospital.

Robert Graham was informed that his wife was admitted to the central hospital, but he didn't care much. His sisters came to see Alice and her condition, only to be surprised that she was undergoing a premature cesarean section when a normal delivery had been anticipated from the beginning.