Three

Imagine the weight of being married to a cold hearted man. You must not know what it feels like, do you?.

I mean, you must have heard it somewhere 'cold hearted billionaire ' but this was me witnessing it first handedly!.

The clock struck One in a violent chime. One AM, the world outside is dead and I'm half way to my own death. It has been four hours since Mr Shawn asked me to go to my room.

For four hours, I had sat and waited for him and I dare not fall asleep. I did not want him to sneak up on me like he did last night, I did not have the option of locking the door so I wouldn't anger him.

I heard the door opening before I saw the light travelling from the lit hallway into my dark room. he turned on the light and both our eyes met, his were empty, mine were filled with fear.

Mr Shawn walked into my room and everything seemed to shrink as he entered.

My hands began shaking again and I felt queasy.

“Why did you get married to me?." I found myself asking the man who had said 'I do' that boring afternoon in the wedding hall.

“It was a no strings attached kind of thing. I needed to get married before I got my inheritance from my father's iron clad will and I needed to marry a good girl. But you've been a bad girl Emmaline and bad girls need to be punished." He said.

His voice was rough and raspy. His eyes roamed my legs and traveled up the length of my body. I could see his eyes darken with desire and colour with lust.

There is no way I would sleep with this guy, I thought to myself. I remembered the feel of his breath on my neck, his hand on my nipples and I shut my eyes trying to kick away the memories.

“Are you really a virgin, huh, Emmaline?!." He asked me. My hands tightened on the sheet till they turned white.

“Ye-yes..." I muttered.

"Then fulfil your matrimonial duties as a wife Emmaline, take your clothes off." Mr Shawn said.

I could already imagine how his hardness would feel in between the softness of my tighs.

What do I do?.

I was panicking, if he was not seeing it then he was blind. My chest was rising and falling in a very unfamiliar manner, I looked like I was hyperventilating.

" Mister Sh-aw-n." I gasped as he climbing onto my bed.

“Yes?." He asked me.

“I- I-can-can't do it." I told him, my heart was threatening to climb up my throat and escape from my body.

KNOCK KNOCK

The sound of the loud knocking bounced into the room.

Phew... I felt as if a giant whale was lifted from my body as Mr Shawn left the bed and walked to the door.

“What is it?." He demanded from his mistress.

She whined and then said.

“I'm jealous, you're spending too much time with her..." The lady said.

“She's my wife, what the hell do you mean by you're jealous?." Mr Shawn asked her coldly.

“Don't tell me you're going to choose her over me, look at her and look at me!." The mistress asked him.

'To Emmaline she was making a great point, but to any body else that had seen Emmaline's beauty it was an insult and they would have slapped the mistress for making such a weak comparison.'

“Leave." I heard my husband order his mistress and she left. He left the room without turning to look at me.

Immediately he left I ran to the door and locked it.

I could barely sleep through the night as Mr Shawn's words repeated in my head.

“Take off your clothes."

My heart would tear every time the voice repeated.

Eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up suddenly and the sunlight coming from the open window almost blinded me.

“Dayyum!." I yelled covering my face with my hands.

I left my room and went downstairs. My husband's mistress was in a lingerie and she was sipping orang juice from a tall glass.

From the looks of it, they must have gone another round at night.

Mr Shawn was no where to be found.

“Where is my husband?." I asked the mistress.

BRRT!

She choked on her drink and she went into a bout of laughter.

" Your husband, you say it as if it is a golden ticket. Shawn married you because there were no other options!." She told me.

" Uh-huh, so where were you when he got married to me?." I asked her and she was dumb founded.

Shawn does not love me, but I am certain he does not love her either.

“Emmaline..." I heard Mr Shawn's voice and then I turned to look at him. For the first time since I knew him, which was only three days, he was in simple clothing.

“You called?." I asked walking to him.

“Velore is taking the room across mine which is your room. Move your things to the guest room." Mr Shawn said gesturing to his mistress.

I couldn't understand.

" Did you hear me?." He asked me forcefully taking a hand full of my golden blonde hair in his hand and pulling it really hard.

Failure to obey would amount to dire consequences, would I continue to live like a slave till I die?.

“Yes..." I replied quickly with a wince. The sting from his grip stayed with me even after he left my hair.

Realising that it was his first obvious step in assaulting me, I felt like a zombie had taken a piss on me. Until then, I thought that there would be little hope.

Truly, when my aunt said that I would now live with him until he decided to terminate the contract, which was going to last a year, I thought that spending three hundred and sixty five days with this attractive man wouldn't be so bad after all.

I was wrong. Every day would be a nightmare and if I am not dead before the end of 365 days, I would run mad with rage.

I thought that maybe I would pierce his heart, there should have been hope trust me or I would have not even given up trying after two days of being married to him.

The headache was now coming, I slept for maybe two hours last night and now a hand to my head, what next... Feed me to vultures?.

I was nothing to him, I was nothing to anyone. Nothing!.

“ I want to end this." I whispered but he heard me, although not clearly.

" What did you say?." He asked me. I was doing this for my future, it's either I leave now or live to tell the story of my maltreatment and stay awake at night because of the trauma I had accumulated.

Where would this road take me?.

“I want a divorce." I said very clearly.

The room was about to crack.