“Should I continue?” Zari asked.
“Uhmm, I don't know, this seems painful, and I can't see how this will help you to recall your memories." but recalling such negativity’s not draining too much, right?”
"But I wanted to share what I recall to help you see you are not my husband. You are a kind and sweet man. I know you couldn't be my husband because you would never treat me like he did. So please let me continue to share. I don't want you to get your hopes up high that we were ever married."
Devon sighed heavily. “It's not necessary, but okay, continue."
Now where was I? Oh yes. Over time I began to feel discouraged over not finding work and that Devon was always too busy. I kept looking for a job, hoping he wouldn't have to work so much and maybe we could spend more time together as a couple. But every morning, I would rise at 5 am and give my man a hot breakfast and sweet kisses before he left for work.
Then around 6:30 am. I would get on my laptop for two to three hours, maybe more, submitting my cover letter and resume to countless companies.
I had my household chores all scheduled out. Mondays are laundry days, so by the end of the day, I was folding and ironing clothes and putting them away. While blasting my favorite songs, Devon walks in the door one evening around 7 pm. He glares at me, singing while I iron his work shirts and pants.
"Are you looking for work?!" He asked, raising his voice agitatedly.
"Oh, hey, babe," I say happily, turning down the music. "What did you ask me?" All glad to see him.
"I've never seen anyone be out of work this long. So when are you going to find a job? Because you look perfectly content doing nothing but singing, dancing, and living off me!" He said, going into the bedroom and slamming the door.
“I stood there, shocked at his behavior toward me.”
It was then that I realized my husband was on edge that it took me a little longer than expected to land that six-figure job and income. Before I knew it, he started coming home later and later. Followed by phone calls, he would be working late. That sort of thing begins to happen more frequently.
Then a few nights of working late turned into weeks of him coming home late, and the phone calls ceased to exist. And whenever he was at home, arguments appeared out of nowhere. When I tried to talk to him, Devon, the man I married, became more verbal, emotional, and psychologically abusive.
He made it a pattern to come home at whatever time he desired. I usually waited until I was too sleepy to wait any longer. But surprisingly, he was home one morning; the alarm went off at 5 am. It is still dark outside. But I rose anyway to wash my face and brush my teeth. Then into the kitchen, I went to prepare breakfast. Before long, the good smell of ham and eggs permeated the apartment. Finally, I looked up, smiling bubbly at the man I was in love with.
"Good morning. Do you want coffee, tea, or me? I said, prancing around in my tiny pajama shorts and a tank top smiling.
"Don't even try it! It's not cute anymore, and it’s never been sexy." Devon says, taking a seat, shaking his head then diving into his phone.
I did my best to ignore the rude remarks that severely hurt my feelings, but I kissed him on the cheek anyway.
He shoves the glass across the table. "I'll have orange juice, and I hope you didn't cook the same thing as last time and every other time." He states in a grumpy tone.
I snickered, overlooking him since it was early and he had just got up. "No, we have eggs, ham, and your favorite blueberry muffins today."
We sat at the table to eat in silence. I asked, smiling. "Hey babe, can we go to dinner and dancing this weekend? Then end our date with a steamy night of lovemaking? How does that sound?" I winked at him, hoping to get a desirous response.
"I don't know about that. Some people do work around here," he stated sarcastically.
I hung my head, feeling defeated, but I tried to remain cheery, replying.
"Baby, you know I'm trying... I'm going to get an interview soon, don't worry."
"I'm not worried. You, the one who will have to go back to Florida as mommy little loser. Not me. But you better get it through your silly head. I can't keep carrying your weight and mind too! Do you know how expensive it is to live here in New York? No, you don’t know anything! This isn't southern bell Florida with its cabana houses." He retorts, sucking his teeth, frustrated.
"I've been contributing what I can towards this marriage, ensuring you have a clean home, clean clothes, and hot food on the table. I'll get a job soon!"
"Don’t raise your voice at me! I don’t have time for this. You are too dense, yet you earned an engineering and finance degree! For what! When you can’t even write a good enough resume to secure a job!” He said, shaking his head. “So stupid!”
“Devon, I’m not stupid; most jobs want you to have experience. But I’ll find one that will allow me to prove myself.”
“I'm working 5, sometimes six days a week. That takes energy, you know." Devon states, staring at his phone.
"I know. I just thought if I asked you to take me out early in the week. So you can have time to think about it or fit us into your schedule somehow over the weekend." I said, fighting to keep a pleasant smile as I consolingly rubbed his forearm. He pushes my hand from his arm and gets up from the table.
"Look, I can't talk about this with you. Too clueless. I got to go."
"Will I see you tonight?"
The door just slammed closed. I sat there so confused, wondering as I cleaned the table off.
"What is happening to my marriage?”
Devon was very quiet. So she asked. “Does any of this sound familiar to you?”
Devon's heart was racing. He didn't know what he should say to her. "hmm...."
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Devon excitement to share their Wedding Album. Zari saw the man's hurt and anger, and she was afraid to say anymore. "You were right. I can see it is too painful for you. I don't want to hurt you." Zari said, getting up from the island and leaving the kitchen as she headed to her room, locking the door. Devon shook his head and slammed his fist into the other as he left the kitchen. Zari's head was hurting; it bothered her to have memories enter her brain and then try to make sense of them. Some days little memories would come to her mind; other days, she would have clear, concise memories of what she went through. Yet, none of these memories ever has anything to do with the man who claimed to be her husband. All her memories are about the man she remembers. It was uncanny how she couldn't remember his face with vivid clarity. It's beyond her wildest imagination! How she married outside her culture and the man she remembers and the one who says he's her husband are clearly of ano
As the days and weeks went by, before I knew it, a month had come and gone, with me watching my wife from a distance. It was a quiet month; she stayed in the primary bedroom we once shared most of the time. When I would see her briefly, it was sometimes in passing in the hallways or kitchen. Each time I would be shocked by her appearance. The makeup, constant hairstyle change, and clothing were unlike the Zari I had known for three years. Her clothing style was far sexier and more provocative, and the hairstyles were very hip-hop hair do’s. Sometimes when I came home, I would hear music blaring from our bedroom. Nothing made sense, but that kiss we shared the other night. It was good, as ever, and, in some ways, far better than before. I can't even compare the old Zari with the new. But I didn't say anything to her; I accepted she had physically and mentally changed. But I wonder what about emotionally. Did she still love me deep down, inside her closed-off mind and heart? Zari spent
Devon was hurting on many levels about his wife. Thoughts about whether she had been affected mentally, physically, and possibly sexually by her carjacker or abductor played with his emotional state. He entertained several scenarios of how he would kill that animal who put his hands on his wife. Even though the doctors said that she wasn't raped, it doesn't mean any sexual abuse didn't occur. Whoever kidnapped her, he still had his hands on my wife! Devon became filled with anger! He looked at the clock; it was time to go. He had been watching the person he thought might be Zari’s abductor. Devon always had a temper and did whatever came to his mind. He knew the man's routine and what time the guy left his house and would return home. So, he got in his car and drove around the neighborhood, buying time and waiting for him to pull up in his Lamborghini. Devon Park was a block away and sat in his car. Pulse racing, heart filled with fury! He suspected this was the man that did this to Z
Thank you for marrying me, even though you can't remember, and for giving me this incredible gift night to sit here with you this way." Devon softly smiles as he takes his long body, stretching out into a semi-laying position as he lies there gazing at her sultrily. The flow of compliments from this masculine man, accompanied by his sexy eyes, piercing through her very soul, caused Zari's body to feel a searing heat straight to her center she had never once felt with D.O. She picked up her glass of wine, and began drinking it. Hoping the alcohol would cool her down. Devon sat there examining her beautiful face in silence, even though his eyes spoke clearly to her mind, body, and heart. It was killing him not to lean over and kiss those gorgeous succulent lips. Devon decided this was not the moment to declare and release his feelings. Even though his body ached desperately to hold her as a cascade of physical and emotional sensations, he had to let them subside. Zari saw the look
When his first finger slides with her tight body, she almost comes up off the bed. I feel her gripping my finger, and he slowly slides it in and out, caressing her unhurriedly and tenderly. When he knows she's ready, he adds a second. Devon's hands are big, which makes two fingers more than satisfactory for the woman he's pleasuring. He picks up the pace as he lets her body, moans of pleasure, guide him. Using his other hand, he spread it open wide on her lower stomach, holding her hostage against the oncoming storm. He lowers his mouth and sucks within her lips when he has her firmly in place. The sensations cause her to come with force against his mouth and on his hand. Her wetness surrounds him, the sounds of her release filling the room, driving him wilder than ever before. As she slowly comes down from the clouds. He stands up before her. His eyes hold her captive, and he quickly removes his boots, socks, pants, and boxers until he's standing before her with nothing but a smile.
"You didn't forget about our breakfast plans this morning?" I wiped my face trying to clear my rogue thoughts. "No, I haven't forgotten." "You got one hour to get ready. I'm a growing boy. I need to eat breakfast." He says, tapping me on the nose before he walks away. When Devon turned, he presented an impressive view of his muscular and tight backside. I was completely flustered now and weak at the knees, it had been too long, or this was not the Devon I remembered, especially his disposition. "Whew! What a way to start a morning. Today is going to be an interesting day. I can't wait to see what the conversation will be like or how it will turn out." I stood there thinking as I leaned against the door, partially smiling. I couldn't help but smile and roll my eyes at the same time at how my heart was beating. For the first time since leaving the hospital, I smiled as I dressed. But I kept reminding myself not to get swayed so easily. I needed to contain my emotion and wait. **
"So, where are we going now?" I asked Devon as he drove off. "I know you think I forgot all your pleasure spots and points.” “No, after last night, I know you haven’t forgotten.” “Are you flirting with me, little lady? If I don't do this one thing, you will be upset." "What on earth on you talking about now? Are you sure you are describing the right person? I'm not that young lady in those wedding photos who was easily impressed. So whatever you think you still know about me, I could have changed." "I don't think so..." Devon teased. "You change this one thing I'm talking about? I don't think so. That's unlikely." Devon says, looking over at me as he's driving. "No, when I think about it. I've changed. I probably like doing this more now than I did back then." He said, winking at me. I squinted at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about now. "I love it when I have you all worked up and confused, in a good way. Especially with that look on your face. Listen carefully
We entered this very upscale nightclub of famous and elite business people. Once we were seated, we made small talk, and before I knew it, I finished my second strawberry delight and rum frozen drink. I felt good, perfect. I slid from my chair, tugged on my thigh-length dress, and took Devon by the hand. Then, moving with precise steps in my Navy blue stilettos, Devon followed me to the dance floor. "So you do know me after all!" I said, looking back at him over my shoulder and grinning happily. I didn't recognize the song, but it had a beat that wouldn't quit! The club sat at the edge of our city, surrounded by a spectacular view. The exclusive nightspot tucked away in this private part of town is owned by someone Devon knew that is famous. It dished out music that drew the tourist who wanted to socialize, enjoy the upbeat sounds and dance the night away. Whirling strobe lights give me fractured glimpses of Devon, who I guided into the gyrating crowd. When we started dancing, Devon