Chapter 4 Just One Week

I had dreamt of living my life to the fullest extent without any problems but sole happiness. But I woke up one day beside a beast and kids to take care of. Every day was a nightmare in the dream house of young women of my age and I bet they were jealous of me when I stepped outside the house with him. Unknowingly to them, I was the least happy woman on earth if the word the would have me be. Waking up and going back to sleep had all become a problem to my young mind.

The sun sneaked into the room through the balcony doors and crept onto my skin, as I was naked. I wasn't supposed to sleep in any dress or panty unless he gave me one to put on to satisfy his desire. I squeezed my eyes tightly to go back to sleep because sleep was the best part of my life. But then, how could I? I had responsibilities as a mother, I needed to face reality and my children needed me as much as I wanted to sleep forever.

I stretched up and got up for the next day but before my butt could leave the bed, a hand cropped around my waist and pulled me into the bed. I knew who it was and what was to follow that pull, his hand crept to my bosom and it squeezed my breast. And there it was if I resisted I was only going to get beaten so I laid on the bed like a log as he continued with what he wanted with me.

That was my husband, and I was going to divorce him in a week time. He knew absolutely nothing about this, so I had just one week to endure his nonsense. He was a handsome well-built man, his six-packs were amazingly beautiful and any woman would fall for him at first sight just as I did.

I was a beautiful lady who had just reached her adult age, eighteen years but my body looked as if I was twenty-five or more years. And as soon as I completed college, and I had turned twenty, he was introduced to me as my future husband, I loved his body so I agreed. And I knew nothing about falling in love or being loved, my parents had told me that I only needed someone to look after me, just as they did and they couldn't look after me any longer as I was older. But then here I was seven years later, and it was my biggest mistake ever.

Every penetration into my body was like a knife cutting my skin, I looked into the mirrored ceiling and watched him pounce into my body like a hungry lion feeding on its prey. And when he finally ejaculated, he got up and pushed my body to the side so he could get up. He looked at my body with disgust and, I couldn't understand why he go into the very body that disgusted him. Tears emerged from my eyes but I hurriedly cleaned it up to avoid getting a slap or two from him as he always did if he saw a tear in my eye.

I watched his handsome muscled back and tiny waist as he walked naked into the washroom and just as he was about to enter the room, he turned towards me and said,

"Get up and go to your room to wash up, you aren't using my bath. Also, I had a few drinks with my friends last night in the garden and at the hall so make sure to clean the house and water the flowers too. You are not supposed to get out of the house without alerting me okay?"

Which also meant that I had to clean the whole day after taking the children to school. His few drinks meant a whole party, a few hundred people. He sees me a nod and he grits his teeth so I hurriedly replied,

"Yes sir, I will do just that."

He nodded and entered the room, so I got up and covered myself with the sheets, I could see my nightwear torn into pieces on the floor so I had no choice but left the room as quickly and quietly as I could.

My kids and I lived in the guest quarters in the house and we were also the caretakers of the house. There were no servants in the house and I was very grateful for that because I didn't want anyone to see my misery and laugh at me about it. I had to rush to the place to get the kids ready for school since I had to walk them down to town for their bus to take them to school.

Their father had warned me never to let anyone know that they were his kids and they lived with him in the house. And none of them was to stay at home with me, not even the one and half years old baby.

I got them ready and I also got ready and dressed in a straight fit dress and kept the youngest in the baby's cot and made our way out of the house. Anastasia was crying so I turned to her to see what the matter was without realizing that he was coming out of his place. When he saw us, he walked over to us and before I knew it, my dress was ripped off from the back by him.

I turned to him and a slap landed on my face, Josh rushed in the middle of us and he pushed him away. His buttocks landed on the grass thankfully and I intended to go and help him up but he held my hand and squeezed it. I gnashed my teeth in pain and looked up at him and questioned,

"Please sir, how may I help you and how did I offend you this morning?"

He looked at me from head to toe and glared in my way, he gritted his teeth and spoke,

"How did you offend me? Who bought you this dress and where do you think you are going with it, Miranda? Haven't I warned you never to dress revealing so much? Who do you expect to woo this morning dressed like this, you whore?"

I breathed continuously to swallow my tears and pain and continued convincing myself, just one week, just one week. So I behind him and faked a smile and said,

"I am so sorry sir, it was a mistake, I didn't check out the dress before putting it on. I was in a hurry to take the kids to the bus stop before it left them behind."

He finally left my hand and went to his car and drove out of the building, I looked at the dress and hurried back to my room to change. Still shouting in my head, ' just one week more.'