To Selflessly Love My Abusive Husband

Ivy closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened. She looked down at the suitcase again, but the contents were still the same: someone else's belongings instead of her own clothes and underwear. "How did this happen?" she wondered aloud. It was hard to believe that she had accidentally picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport. She was usually so careful about these things. Cursing under her breath, she searched through the contents of the suitcase, hoping to find some clue as to who the suitcase belonged to. Then, with a sigh of relief, she spotted an ID card tucked into a side pocket. Maybe she could find a way to get in touch with the owner and sort this whole mess out. But her relief was short-lived, as she saw that the ID was completely devoid of any contact information. Just a name and an address in a city she'd never heard of. She groaned in frustration, wondering what to do next. She closed the box and kept it s

Prepared and dressed to leave, Ivy took a long last look on the wall mirror in her room. Tarquin’s assistant John had contacted her that morning stating that Tarquin wanted to meet with her and sent an address. Ivy had been nervous after the call, she was afraid that he was going to take her to meet his lawyer and didn't want to honor his invitation at first but she later changed her mind, preparing for whatever it would turn out to be. She had spent the previous night drowning her sorrows in a bottle of wine, but the call from John that morning had given her a strange sense of strength and resolve. She knew she didn't have a lawyer or the money to fight this, but she was determined to face Tarquin head-on and talk this out like adults. They were both at fault, and she was ready to accept responsibility for her part in it. It wasn't going to be easy, but she was ready to face whatever came next. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, encouraging herself for the difficult

On hearing Ivy say stop, Tarquin somehow felt nervous that she was going to reject him in front of the guests and cancel the wedding. He clenched his fists, already thinking of how to deal with her if she had the nerve to do so. "I need to use the restroom," Ivy said and excused herself. One of the workers in the court followed her out to show her where the restroom was located. Tarquin signaled John to come over, John quickly did and he whispered in his ears. "Ask some of the guards to guide the restroom and stand by at every exit in case she wants to run away," John nodded, receiving his command before leaving to mobilize the guards to do so. Ivy thanked the worker who showed her the restroom and walked into one of them. Everywhere around the restroom was very quiet and calm, she slumped on the floor not minding her dress being messed up, and allowed the tears that had already gathered to flow down. She was regretting everything, the circumstances that brought them together, th

Tarquin relaxed back on the door looking at Ivy who was now restless. She quickly avoided his eyes as she looked away. "He is home, we are about to have dinner," Ivy replied. She heard Mrs. Caroline sigh in relief over the phone. "I thought he didn't go back home with you and had disobeyed me," Mrs Caroline said, getting Ivy confused. "Was there any time he didn't want to go back home with her?" Ivy thought. "Besides he didn't go home with her and left in the middle of the road," she thought to herself. "Alright, enjoy your dinner. I will come to your wedding party," Mrs. Caroline said and ended the call. "Wedding party?" Ivy wanted to ask but the call had already ended. She remembered Tarquin, who was still at the door of the room. He was looking intently at her. She was still feeling uncomfortable but didn't know what to do next. She adjusted her pajamas and decided to head downstairs to have dinner and at least breathe, she couldn't stand the sight of him. She wondered how

"Mom!" Ivy called, startled to see Mrs Caroline as she approached them. It was then Tarquin looked up at the direction his Mom was heading from. He was equally surprised to see his mother too approaching them. "What are you doing, Ivy?" Mrs. Caroline asked as she noticed that Ivy was serving Tarquin and there was no servant around to do so. Ivy looked towards Tarquin who was looking intently at her before looking away towards Mrs. Caroline. She forced a smile. "I decided to serve my husband breakfast and asked all the servants to go get busy with other stuff," Ivy lied as she dropped the coffee cup in front of Tarquin. "Why? You should allow the servants to do their jobs, why will you stop them? Please sit," Mrs Caroline said. Ivy looked at Tarquin on hearing Mrs Caroline's words. She could see disapproval in his cold gaze as he continued looking at her. She declined and shook her head. "No, I will sit to have breakfast after making sure my husband is satisfied," Ivy said as poli