“You’re Home”
I said to my husband who barely glanced at me as he took off his suit, he just headed for the stairs and of course I followed.
Like the fool I was.
“How was it Jason, was work stressful today?” I tried again but still no response. I shouldn’t be surprised, this wasn’t the first time, or even the second, or the third time he’d done this. We used to be a happy couple back when our parents had practically arranged our marriage.
Our marriage had started off slow and boring but soon we had come to love each other, we couldn’t spend a day without calling, talking or touching each other. Jason suddenly became the love of my life, I had given myself to him. But things started to go sour when no child was coming, he didn’t say anything at first but he grew distant but soon enough he let me know; with large outbursts and yelling, even going as far to beat the crap out of me once for yelling back.
I still loved him, maybe I would forever which was while I tried to make amends. I had made dinner in the diner room, wanting a fresh start and to apologize when logically I didn’t need to.
I watched as he took off his shirt and licked my lips, he was still perfect; perfect tan body, rock hard abs and tall. Jason slipped into a simple loose shirt and pants then turned to plop on the bed.
“I made dinner……for you” I blurted out and he stared at me, I could see the anger in his eyes, as if he was ready to shun me then he nodded.
“Thank you” he said and stood, “Lead the way” came his deep voice. I smiled and happily got up and lead the way downstairs—maybe tonight could be the night where we smooth things over, maybe tonight we could go back to what we used to be.
We sat down and he sat across staring at me and I blushed. Why was he staring at me like that? Was he still angry or maybe he was starting to let all the fighting go, maybe he was still in love with me. No one stared at someone like that without having feelings, I looked down avoiding his green gaze but smiled underneath—tonight is that night.
We dug into the food and I watched as he ate, still nervous. He mostly did the eating while I just took small bites, still eager to see where this leads.
“This is good” he said, eyes roaming over my face and I smiled trying so hard not to blush.
What was wrong with me? He is my husband.
“You like it?” I asked and he nodded, I grinned wanting to push further.
“How was work today?” I asked and he stopped, for a moment I thought I had fumbled everything. My heart pounded harder then he smiled, though it looked forced but it was better than his rage the last few weeks.
“Good, more investors today. Stocks are rising and the market is blooming, couldn’t be anymore better” he stopped and stared at me.
“What about you? You good?” He asked and my heart did a frog jump, did he just ask how I was? The corner of my lips lifted in a small smile.
“Yes I am” I answered and he dug into his food again without reply. I followed suit, still brimming with excitement, maybe this night wasn’t going to be bad after all—maybe I could get him to realize that he used to love me….and maybe we could make love. I smiled at the thought. It's been a long time since we did it for affection not breeding like rabbits.
Jason stood and pushed his chair back, I didn’t realize that he had finished his food, he nodded to me suddenly looking cold.
“Thanks for the meal, I’ll head upstairs now” he said and pivoted on his heels. I stood abruptly and blocked his path.
“Jason I…..I…..have ummm….ermmm….something to say to you” I said and his eyes lit up.
“You’re…….”
“I love you” I blurted out. That’s when I knew everything was gonna fall apart. I watched as his blue eyes darkened, filling with rage. He stepped closer and I backed away, I have never seen him look so angry, like he wanted so bad to kill me.
“You love me?” He said dangerously then he laughed, a short one then without warning he backhanded me. I stood there in shock, not expecting.
“Jason what did I…..”
“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!!!!!” He yelled so loud that I flinched. “You must be stupid, to even think you did all this to tell me you are pregnant. I don’t care if you love me, give me a child, for fuck’s sake one child is all I ask, you whore” he yanked my hair and started to drag me up the stairs.
“Jason stop what are you doing, Jason no” he kicked me right in the face and I closed my mouth, tears streamed down my cheeks as he dragged me up the stairs he stopped at the bedroom door and kicked it open. I watched in horror as his fist came for my face hard, not even one ounce of holding back.
I suddenly felt dizzy, and the room spun around me. Jason picked me up and toss me right at the far side of the tiled floor. I lay there weakly as he tore my clothes off my body and he started to take off his belt, he raised it high then his phone rang.
He stopped and pointed a finger at me then picked up the phone.
“Hello babe” I heard someone say across the phone and my heart stopped.
Babe? And why did that voice sound so familiar
Jason grinned and sat on the bed, “Yes baby, anything I can do for you”
“You said you were gonna marry me soon, can’t stop thinking about it, you said you were gonna leave her” came the voice.
“Yes, I do” Jason said, chuckling. “I have the divorce papers ready”
The harsh sunlight of the morning must have been the reason I woke. The first thing I noticed was that the bedroom I was in was unfamiliar, the bedroom was quite spacious and well furnished.My head pounded and I barely could remember what happened from the night before and wait why was I in a strange bed and a strange house. Why was I here? Where is Jas……I choked down a sob, the memory came flooding back and suddenly the tears I was trying so hard to hold came flooding out. I didn’t deserve, I never even wanted to be married in the first place. I did and I fell in love with a man who played me and even go ahead to be cheating on me with my best friend.I must have sobbed for maybe a full twenty minutes before I realized that Jason wasn’t worth crying for. Maybe it was also my fault, if only I was only to give him kids.“You done?” came that vaguely familiar voice and I whirled around to find that man from yesterday staring at me. His presence suddenly made the room feel like it was
The bar was dark or maybe it was just my eyes being puffy from crying. I had to make sure Roberts didn’t follow me because he had insisted that the bar was too rough and dangerous for someone of my status—I knew he meant to say personality.Well I didn’t care anymore.If my husband and best friend could join forces and betray me, why should I care? I sauntered over to the bartender and flashed a smile.“Vodka please” I said and he stared at me, tilting his head to the side.“You alright miss?” He said in a British accent and I rolled my eyes.“Give me the damn drink” I snapped, and he nodded and pulled out a glass and vodka bottle. I grabbed the bottle and the glass.“I’ll pay for the bottle, be ready to give me more if I ask” I said and he stared at me in surprise. I guess it wasn’t everyday he got a female customer in an expensive dress demanding for a drink like a sailor.Not that I care……at least not now.I headed over to a dark corner and settled down. A lot of interested eyes fo
My hands trembled as I stared at the photo, my vision blurring with tears. Jason’s arm was wrapped around Rhea’s waist, their lips pressed together in a kiss. The date scribbled in the corner was from just last week. She knew.Rhea knew everything. She knew how Jason treated me, how he hit me, how he blamed me for not giving him a child. and yet, she was with him. Laughing with him, loving him, fucking himThe glass of wine slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor. “Vee?” Rhea’s voice came from behind me. I turned slowly, the photo clutched in my shaking hand. Her eyes darted to it, and for a second—just a second—I saw the guilt. Then it was gone, and in its place, cold indifference. “How long?” My voice was barely a whisper. She sighed, rolling her eyes like I was some annoying child. “Does it matter?” “YES, IT FUCKING MATTERS!” I screamed, throwing the photo at her. “You’re my best friend! You were supposed to—!” “Supposed to what?” she cut in, crossing her arms.
I don’t know how long I lay there sobbing last night, even long after Jason had left the room and I heard his car driving off into the night. I had thought last night—with the dinner and all that he was starting to see reason and know not even knowing that he was cheating on meCheating on meI choked down a sob as I applied mascara to my face to cover all the bruises that Jason had inflicted with his whole hands, while I was disappointed I still couldn’t help but feel like this was my fault—why could I not give him children? Was it that hard? I couldn’t even call my parents and tell them what was going on because they are going to do anything to keep me married to Jason. After all, his family paid mine in millions who the hell was going to stop wanting to be benefiting like that. Well that left me with one person I could trust…….Rhea.Rhea was my best friend back in grade 4, and we have been best buddies ever since. We were practically inseparable, even now—she was the one I trusted
“You’re Home” I said to my husband who barely glanced at me as he took off his suit, he just headed for the stairs and of course I followed.Like the fool I was.“How was it Jason, was work stressful today?” I tried again but still no response. I shouldn’t be surprised, this wasn’t the first time, or even the second, or the third time he’d done this. We used to be a happy couple back when our parents had practically arranged our marriage.Our marriage had started off slow and boring but soon we had come to love each other, we couldn’t spend a day without calling, talking or touching each other. Jason suddenly became the love of my life, I had given myself to him. But things started to go sour when no child was coming, he didn’t say anything at first but he grew distant but soon enough he let me know; with large outbursts and yelling, even going as far to beat the crap out of me once for yelling back.I still loved him, maybe I would forever which was while I tried to make amends. I h