تسجيل الدخولI had imagined my wedding night would be nothing but blissful, I have had day- dreams about the day I will have sex for the first time and most importantly the day the love of my life would make love to me , especially as married couples.
It was around 9pm that day , The dinner party had finally come to an end.After hours of laughter, champagne, music, and endless congratulations, my husband and I finally stepped out of the grand hotel, hand in hand. The night air felt cool against my skin as we made our way toward the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting for us outside. He opened the door for me, and I slipped into the back seat, lifting the hem of my wedding dress carefully. A few seconds later, he joined me, and the car pulled smoothly into the night. I rested my head against his shoulder as the city lights passed outside the window. For the first time all day, there were no cameras, no guests, no music, and no voices calling our names. When we finally arrived at our apartment, I stepped out and stared at the building for a moment. Tall glass windows, warm golden lights, marble walls, and a private entrance that made the house look like a castle in the movies or a building in my fantasy land and somehow I felt like a princess wearing her crown and entering into her castle My husband took my hand as we walked inside , the moment the doors opened, I was greeted by a breathtaking view of our new home. A grand chandelier hung above the spacious living room, reflecting softly against the polished marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the glittering city below, while elegant furniture and carefully chosen decorations filled the room. I slowly turned around, taking everything in. “We’re finally home,” he whispered.I looked at the man standing beside me, still dressed in his perfectly tailored wedding suit, and realized that after all the celebration, all the vows, and all the people who had come to witness our love, this was the moment that truly felt like the beginning of our marriage. He lifted me and carried him in his arms romantically and I giggled and laughed like a child who had just found a missing item , we went into the master’s bedroom where he placed me at the middle of the large king sized bed , I looked around and found the room decorated with red flower petals and a bunch of rose flower gently placed beside the pillow . My husband bent down towards me and whispered something that made me look flustered with my cheeks burning red from my blushing . “ I want your first time to be special baby “ making me blush harder than I did before . At that moment I felt like the luckiest girl to ever exist and I thought he was the best man in the world . He lay beside me and took me into his arms , caressing my hair , i looked up at his face and our eyes met , making him to lean closer and kiss me , he continued kissing and the more we kissed the faster the pace indicating how much we longed for each other and how long we had waited to make love to each other . As he kissed and caressed me he simultaneously started unbuttoning my wedding dress , seeing how long it took him and how hard he found it to untie my dress, especially the corset that had snatched my waist . We laughed about it and I helped him to undress myself. When my dress came down it revealed the silver coloured lingerie that I had worn beneath my wedding dress . He took a moment to scan my body and trace his hands from my head to my nerval then gently caressed in between my legs without parting my legs or removing my underwear. “ you are so beautiful Cassie “ he said under his breath Then he looked at me again as if he was asking for consent or looking for an answer and that was when I flashed him a smile and placed his hand on my breasts , he gently squeezed them and right at that moment I couldn’t hold the Euphoria, I let out a moan and that was when he lost control , he sucked my breasts and gently slide his fingers in between my legs, he fingered me while simultaneously sucking my breasts . shortly after he took out my underwear, and removed his clothes . Then he leaned closer ready to take my whole body , the pleasure was irresistible until he got inside me and that when I felt an amount of pain that I didn’t imagine I would feel . After we consummated our marriage , we both showered because I had bled , changed the sheets and lay side by by side cuddling each other . Around 3:am I work up with a pain in my pelvic area,I stood up trying to go to the bathroom but I noticed my husbands phone beaming with lights , I reached out to it thinking he was still getting congratulatory texts regarding our wedding but what I saw was something unexpected, and I couldn’t believe that one day into my marriage this was what I would be dealing with . I had walked right into the life I dreaded , into the life that I couldn’t watch my mum bear although then I had ignored it.My Meeting with Thelma lasted for Hours , because it seemed like the more we talked the more she perceived me as someone who had suddenly become cynical about marriage but that was far from it , marriage is a good thing but it should be with the right person , I was giving my opinions because I knew Willian’s so well . I needed to make her understand that the term “ marriage “ gives more room for couples to have higher expectations, and many chances to learn so many things about each other that may not have been noticed before .In the course of my marriage I wasn’t the strong woman who never cried or broke down because of a man , it was actually the opposite, the difference was how I carried myself and covered my pains and stress in a different way . Being married to a cheating husband was exhausting. Somehow, I was always the one who felt ashamed of his actions. I worried about what people thought of me, whether they pitied me, and whether they secretly laughed at me for being the
It was a new day in my life as a divorcee who is trying so hard to achieve a lot of things that I would never have achieved as Nate Macdonald's wife.My hangout out with Thelma was scheduled to be by 1:pm and I was already sitting at our usual spot , the same Bistrow cafe that never gets old , Bistrow carries a lot of our memories but that’s not the best part , they make the best velvet cakes for us and for years it’s been our go-to . My instinct had told me earlier that Thelma would always be that type of friend who would claim to be held by traffic on her way to a meeting while she’s probably still at home trying to pick an outfit so I decided to arrive at the venue by 2:pm . It's 2:10 pm and Thelma was nowhere in sight but it didn’t surprise me but I kept looking at my watch anticipating her arrival soon . I sat by the window, sipping my coffee while scrolling through my phone, when I noticed a group of ladies at the far end of the cafe stealing glances at me. They kept whisperin
As a free woman , I am in the best position to be an activist for women’s rights , but before going fully into that , I wanted to increase my restaurant,when I was still married , I had less time to go to my restaurant and most of the time I avoided going there whenever I had a wound from my husbands beating or whenever I was emotionally down . Other days I spent my hours there , trying new recipes and overseeing the affairs of the management. I never had the opportunity to dream bigger about it , and even when brands called for deals I was mostly tied down by marriage affairs . It was around 11:am when I finally figured out what my starting point should be , so I set my camera ,tapped the record button, took a deep breath, and forced a small smile."Hello, everyone. It's been a really long time.but I paused, glancing at the screen before continuing."I know a lot of you have been asking questions about my marriage, especially since the news of my divorce became public. Some of you
I have learnt that the life I want for myself doesn’t exist yet , it can only exist if I’m able to create it and from this day on , I will start creating it , designing it and building it in a way that it best suits my taste , now I'm no longer a victim of men and their polygamous nature but a survivor who tells their stories .few weeks back i was a victim who mourned about lives challenges , life was giving me lemons and I was making nothing out of it , but now I’m currently on a journey of making lemonades out of life’s lemons .It was around 12 noon on a Friday , I had drafted the event I wanted for the day but the first thing on my list was going to see Nate Macdonald's to get my divorce papers signed , though I was mentally and physically free , I wanted to be legally and morally free from him though he had scarred me for life , I wanted to see him personally, I was going to look fucking hot while at it .I stood in front of the mirror for almost thirty minutes, studying the wom
I woke up with an aching head , slowly opened my eyes and realized I was in a hospital, immediately my sister screamed “ She is Awake !!” I turned and saw her, she moved towards me and hugged me so tight that I started feeling so much pain from the soreness of my body .“ It hurts “ I said with my voice muffled while I still tried to figure out what was going on I looked around the hospital room and immediately knew it was Elijah’s hospital, .Then slowly it dawned on me that I wasn’t back in time - on my wedding night , I was at the present day , the day I had fought and stabbed my husband.seeing how there were food items , clothes and extra mattress I knew I had been there for more than two days .My sister told me how she called me severally after I got off from the phone but he couldn’t reach me , she rushed over to my house and then found a lady in the house who had just called an ambulance, thankfully my husband and I were still breathing , she decided to take us to Elijah’s
I had imagined my wedding night would be nothing but blissful, I have had day- dreams about the day I will have sex for the first time and most importantly the day the love of my life would make love to me , especially as married couples.It was around 9pm that day , The dinner party had finally come to an end.After hours of laughter, champagne, music, and endless congratulations, my husband and I finally stepped out of the grand hotel, hand in hand. The night air felt cool against my skin as we made our way toward the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting for us outside.He opened the door for me, and I slipped into the back seat, lifting the hem of my wedding dress carefully. A few seconds later, he joined me, and the car pulled smoothly into the night.I rested my head against his shoulder as the city lights passed outside the window. For the first time all day, there were no cameras, no guests, no music, and no voices calling our names.When we finally arrived at our apartment,







