Chapter One

Jane's Pov

A wave of headache hit me as I tried to remember what happened the previous day. I yawned and stretched my sore body on the bed. The memory of the previous day rushed to my head, and it made me smile brightly.

‘Can’t believe that I have finally consummated my marriage after three years' I palmed my face as I thought to myself shyly.

The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, and then my phone dinged! I saw a call coming in from my husband. I smiled heartily. “Why is he calling me from the bathroom?” I asked.

I heard that sex is one of the things that strengthen relationships. Maybe he can't think less of me to the extent that he is calling me in the bathroom.

Should I go and meet him there, or should I pick up this call?

'Let me pick up the call; he might need something in the bathroom,' I suggested.

“Jane, where have you been since yesterday night? How dare you leave the spot I asked you to stay in, and aren't you supposed to be at home by now?” He snapped angrily on the phone.

I didn't understand what was going on. I checked my phone screen, and I saw more than 50 missed calls on my phone.

I looked around the room, and I saw unfamiliar clothes. Tears began to fall from my eyes when I realised the person in the bathroom was a stranger. What did I do? How did I get to his room?

I quickly put on my clothes and left before the other man came back from the bathroom. He mustn't see me either.

The sore between my legs didn't allow me to walk properly, and my heart shattered, at my body being given to a stranger on my third wedding anniversary night.

I haven't had sex since I got married. My husband Alaric had Peyronie's disease, and we have been undergoing several treatments. I wasn't bothered because I had never had sex before. A common kiss we never had, except when I forced him to peck me. He said kissing would arouse his sexual desire and that would cause him pain internally. That was why we lived like brothers and sisters for 3 years instead of a couple.

Two days before our wedding anniversary, he told me he had been feeling better and that we would do it on our third wedding anniversary night. I was dancing in my stomach when I heard this. I was so glad that I would be a woman. My heart sank when I recalled what my friend used to say about the first time: the pain instead of enjoyment. I started researching how to make it memorable for me and my husband. I didn't think he had done it before either, so I didn't want him to feel any pain whatsoever.

I prepared myself physically, mentally and emotionally for him.

All I could remember was getting to the hotel. We did sit at the bar and order a lot of food along with drinks. I woke up this morning to my husband's call on the phone, he was furious.

I boarded a cab and went home. My husband's eyes shot daggers at me as I was walking inside.

He hissed and walked briskly to the bar to get a drink. He poured a drink into a cup and sipped. How was it?” He asked with a cup of wine in his mouth.

He faced me but was not looking at me; he avoided our gaze to meet.

“Painful or pleasurable? Shameless!” He spat

“You know the right thing to do: get the divorce documents ready, call the two families together, confess your sins, and move out,” he said, walking away.

I kneeled down and swiftly grabbed his hand. I didn't allow him to go; my body was trembling as I held him.

Alaric has never gotten angry like this for the past three years we have been together. My lips quiver as words are stuck in my throat, tears and mucus have mixed on my face, and it begins to fall, forming thick saliva on the floor.

He shook his hand violently, and I fell to the floor, heading my head slightly. I stood up instantly, begging him to forgive me.

“Please don't do this to me. I had no idea that it wasn't you. I don't know how it happened. You were there when my father said I must not come back home, I said, kneeling and pulling his clothes lightly.

“Is that why you want me to accept a whore as a wife? Go to hell if you have nowhere to go,” he spat.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart as he called me a whore. Tears streamed down my eyes, my chest tightening with anguish as his words pierced my heart like shards of glass.

The singular noun he gave me crushed my spirit, leaving me feeling utterly betrayed and shattered. Alaric failed me, and I didn't want to blame him for it. He took me to the hotel; how did I end up with a stranger with him beside me?

“You know I have been keeping my body for you; I was anticipating the day you would make me a woman and be the first and last man that would ever lay on me. I don't know how I ended up with a stranger; I could not remember what happened yesterday or how I ended up alone. How did you get home and abandon me there?” I asked

Smack!

My cheek stung with fiery pain as Alaric landed a smack on my face. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart shattered. I should be in his arms, caressing my body for a pleasurable night, not this pain and agony I was experiencing.

“How dare you ask me such a silly question? You should have asked the idiot you spent a night with how you ended up with him,” he yelled.

“I will be going out to obtain divorce papers in your name, sign them, and get the hell out of my life. Your tyrant father will know you are the reason for divorce and I will be compensated.” He said, pushing me away, causing me to hit my head on the wall.

I mustered courage and retorted, “I will not sign any divorce papers, I won't leave you, we are meant to live together for life,” I yelled

“I will make your life a living hell. You will regret ever coming to this world.” He said, leaving me sprawling on the floor.