Anna POV
Nothing changed during the two-month period.
He continued to rape me every night, but one thing had changed: he now slaps me.
Whether or not there was a mistake.
He didn’t give a damn about beating me in public.
At one point, he was at home and I was in the kitchen preparing his lunch.
I received a phone call from my friend Eddy. He worked as the bartender at the club where I previously served customers.
I have a hard time making friends. But he was always willing to help me.
As a result, I agreed to his proposal, and we soon became friends.
He is, in fact, gay, and he already has a boyfriend.
He informed me he was getting married to his lover and invited me to his wedding.
Someone seized my phone just as I was ready to reject his offer.
My eyes widened as I turned to face my husband. Right now, he appears to be really irate.
“Don’t call my wife again,” he said over the phone, and hung up.
After that, he smashed it to the table and turned to face me.
I was going to say something when he slapped me, knocking me to the ground.
I was stunned yet again, and not because he slapped me. No, I was stunned because he did it in front of the home’s workers.
He lifted me off the ground by grabbing my hair.
I yelped and wrenched my hair out from his grip, but he jerked it back and I whimpered.
“Who were you speaking with? Your boyfriend? “He shouted, and I shook my head.
“I need a response, so talk soon or I’ll lose my shit.” He stated firmly.
“I was speaking with a friend. He invited me to his and his boyfriend’s wedding “I cried.
He calmly left my hair and stated “You’re not going anywhere, so delete that phone number. You are not permitted to speak with any man other than me. Clear?”
“Yes,” I answered with a nod.
“Good. Serve my dinner now “After finishing, he sat down.
He embarrassed me in front of everyone. I felt really humiliated.
I entered the kitchen to deliver him his meal. It was awful that I noticed Maria’s expression.
That was the first time she expressed sympathy for me.
She continued giving me well prepared food after that day.
I was grateful, but I still don’t understand why she did it.
But I didn’t ask her since I knew she wouldn’t respond.
I awoke, gently pulled my husband’s hand away from my waist, and climbed out of bed.
This is how my day goes. He has major cuddling issues.
He won’t sleep until he spoons me, which I despise.
It’s as if someone is trying to catch me, but I can get away from him.
I went into the restroom, but I felt sick.
I threw up in the toilet and flushed it. I fear I’m unwell.
But I’m not going to let that stop me since today is crucial for me.
I’m heading to my parents’ place to get some answers.
I want to know why they despise me and why they don’t love me as they do Zara.
I politely requested his consent to go to their home, and he kindly granted it without raising his voice.
I brushed my teeth twice to remove the taste of vomit.
I washed myself off in the shower. Then I went into the wardrobe and changed into a white sundress and white heels.

After brushing my naturally curly hair, I let it down.
I put on nude lipstick and exited the closet and the bedroom.
I went downstairs and into the kitchen to prepare something for him.
I quickly made his breakfast and set it on the table because the smell of the eggs was making me gag.
I strolled into the bedroom and took a deep breath.
When I walked in, he was not there. Where has he gone?
I figured he was in the bathroom when I heard the sound of running water.
I waited for him, and he emerged from the restroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
I told him his breakfast was ready as I lifted my face to look at him.
He spun me around and grabbed my waist.
He ran his nose down my neck, and I couldn’t breathe.
I didn’t back away because I was afraid he’d get upset.
And I don’t want to offend him since he will restrict me from meeting my parents.
Then he painfully sucked on my neck. He continued despite my shrieking.
He did this twice before leaving me. I breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed he was dressed.
So I told him I’d meet him in the dining room.
He hummed, and I went downstairs to sit at the table.
He came in and ate his breakfast, following which I ate the remains.
He gave me a kiss before leaving for his workplace.
I sighed and proceeded to my room upstairs. After getting dressed, I started the laundry.
Washing the clothes took me two hours.
After that, I donned same dress again and applied makeup.
I used concealer to cover the hickeys on my neck. He did that on purpose.
I ate my lunch, which Maria brought me with an impassive face, at 12 o’clock.
I told Maria that I was heading to my parents’ place after lunch.
Before she could say anything, I informed her that I had already obtained his approval.
She didn’t say anything, so I left the home and sat in the car.
I provide Mr. Wilson with my parents’ address.
So now I’m standing in front of my old residence. I’m quite anxious.
Did they notice I was gone? Perhaps they did. Now, I’ll find out.
I rang the doorbell, and my sister opened it a few seconds later.
She was giving me a wide-eyed stare.
“May I come inside?” I inquired, cautiously.
She didn’t say anything, simply opened the door and gave me some room to enter.
I heard my mother’s voice asking, “Who’s at the door, sweetie?”
She’s talking to my sister with such affection. I yearn for this love.
She came in with dad, a smile on her face that faded when she saw it was me.
I still smiled and greeted my parents, but mother questioned me in a stern manner, “What are you doing here?”
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Authors Note
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