Anna POV
I entered my room and plopped down on my bed.
Why is she treating me like this? She might despise me just as much as my parents and husband do.
Why is everyone against me? In my entire life, I have never committed a crime.
In actuality, I have never inflicted harm on anyone.
So, why is all of this happening to me? Help me, God, please.
I want no one to detest me. I desire love from someone.
I sat down on the bed because I had nothing to do.
I believe I should ask him if he would allow me to work or perhaps continue my studies.
Before the wedding, I plan to attend college and earn a degree.
I then want to work hard to find a great job so I can live independently.
I then desire to wed someone who will love me without condition, after which we will have a large family.
And our family will live happily together. But that is now only a dream.
I feel like visiting my parents, er, I mean my home.
I’m going to inquire from them as to the basis of their animosity.
This hatred game is getting on my nerves. I consider suicide on occasion.
I doubt that anyone will miss me.
However, I am unable to. Regardless of what you want to call me, I simply cannot commit suicide.
For a short while, I can sleep. I set an alarm on my phone and promptly fell asleep..
The alarm went off, and I stirred. And the first thing I noticed was a plate of food on the table next to me.
When I got out of bed, I noticed that it was six o’clock.
I still have two hours to make his dinner.
But what about the platter of food that was brought into my room?
It could have been Maria. And why would she do that?
I laid a palm on my growling tummy.
My stomach is grumbling. I went into the restroom and did my business.
After washing my face, I go ahead and comb and ponytail my hair.
I exited the restroom and plopped down on the bed.
Perhaps I should eat it. I reached for the plate on the table.
I sat comfortably on the bed and began to devour the meal.
It tastes delicious. Everything about it is flawless.
It does not contain additional salt or hot peppers.
I finished everything and headed downstairs with my dish.
The living room is empty. Perhaps everyone went to their wing.
I rinsed the plate and began preparing his meal.
My cooking was completed after some time.
I sat in the living room, waiting for him to get home from work.
I reclined on the sofa. I was becoming concerned.
How will I inform him that he is not permitted to have sex with me?
He will undoubtedly become enraged. But maybe if I explain it to him, he’ll get it.
I must take that risk. He is my husband, and he will undoubtedly understand me.
‘Are you trying to persuade me or yourself?’ my subconscious mind asked as I groaned and sighed. I despised it when my subconscious was correct.
I knew he was coming when I heard the car horn.
So, after smoothing my outfit, I got up from the couch and walked toward the door.
When he came in through the door, I lightly pecked his lips and whispered, “welcome back, husband,” with a tiny smile.
He nodded and walked to his room. And I praised God that he didn’t attack my lips today.
I exhaled in relief and followed him to the bedroom.
He sat on the bed, motioning to his shoes.
And I realised this and knelt down to loosen his shoelaces.
Then I slipped his shoes off and untied his tie.
“I’ve made your meal. Would you like it now or later? “I kindly inquired.
He gave me a brief moment of his attention before saying, “after the shower.”
I nodded and waited for him to use the restroom before heading downstairs.
I entered the kitchen and carried the plates to the dining table.
He returned after a few moments, and I brought him his dinner, which he ate.
He had far too much food on his plate. So I got it done quickly.
I walked into the kitchen and rinsed the dishes.
My hands were trembling. I was terrified as I followed him into our bedroom.
I went inside after he had already entered.
He approached me and started kissing my lips.
I started pushing him, but he refused to budge.
He bit my lips hard, I yelled, and he drove his tongue inside my mouth.
I can taste blood in my mouth, which is making me gag.
He brought his lips up to my neck and began sucking.
He protests and bites my neck as I try to push him again.
I cried out in a loud yell. He’s biting my neck ferociously and appears to be trying to scavenge some blood.
He began to unzip my dress from my back, and I knew I had to intervene.
I pushed him hard with all my might, and he stumbled.
Then he looked at me with hard icy angry eyes that terrified me to my core.
My eyes widened and I was ready to apologise when he raised his hand and slapped me hard.
I collapsed to the ground, and the corner of my lips began to bleed.
I was in complete awe and horror as I stared at him.
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Authors Note
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