All of a sudden, someone grasped my wrist. A few seconds later, a man showed up in front of me with his face puckered in irritation.
It was none other than my beloved husband – Lyle! I arched my brows because of the racking sensation I felt. “Stop it, Lyle! It hurts!”
The man started behaving like a maniac and dragged me into an isolated room against my will. He pushed me to the ground and yelled, “Yvonne, do you want it so badly? Can’t you behave yourself when you’re here for your relative’s banquet? If that’s the case, allow me to satisfy you and your lust!”
My mind was all over the place as he started removing his belt. Afraid he would force me into submission, I brought myself up and catapulted in the direction of the couch. “What the heck is wrong with you? Are you seriously doing this when you’re aware that this is a banquet? Have you lost your mind?”
“Ha! Haven’t you been indulging yourself with another man a few minutes ago? I can’t believe you have the guts to flirt around when you’re home! It has merely been a little more than a month since our last session, but since you want it so badly, I’ll give it to you right now and right here!”
I could not fathom the maniac’s statements anymore because never would I engage in such an intimate session with a stranger. It was nothing more than an accident, but he made it sound as though we had been doing something shady behind his back.
He won’t stop accusing me when he’s the filthy one! Does he deem others as shameless as him?
The man then got on top of me on the couch and started undressing me against my will. I tried my best to retaliate against him, but I gave up the moment I caught a glimpse of his ferocious look.
Staring blankly ahead, I allowed him to finish the things he had in mind. After all, the only thing he cared about was his satisfaction; he didn’t bother to consider my needs when it was supposed to be a mutualistic session.
I had always thought things would turn out just fine at the end of the day, but I was wrong. In fact, I had to learn my lesson the hard way.
To my surprise, I couldn’t feel the urge to cry when I thought I would end up in tears again. When I thought he was about to let loose of himself after unbuttoning his shirt and having my hands tied, he brought himself to a halt and looked at me in the eyes.
Slouching against the couch, I stared at him with a look of despair because I had completely given up on him. I started acknowledging I was a pathetic woman with nothing to look forward to in life.
Suddenly, he put on his clothes and started touching up his appearance. Once he ensured he was ready to head back out, he ran his fingers through my unkempt hair and disheveled dress.
He picked up the hairpins that were all over the place and returned those to me. Unable to withstand him playing the role of a lovely husband after trying to force me into submission, I stopped him from kissing me when he leaned over.
Whenever I thought things would take a drastic turn for the better, he would prove me wrong by coming up with something new to torture me. After getting used to his tricks, I no longer wanted any of the “mercy” he would show me.
“Grandma has been missing you since she’s not really feeling well. She’s diagnosed with heart disease. If she mentions anything about us, just make something up to keep her in the dark. She won’t be able to take it.”
Once I finished my sentence, I walked out of the room. So what if it’s the Tanner family’s banquet? What if I’m a member of the Tanner family? The guests out there are aware I’m inferior to the housekeepers of the family! If I’m not a finance graduate, I might have long lived on the streets!
Since I’m not even a match for the daughter of a mistress and the relative of the family, I guess my presence isn’t necessary! No one really cares if I’m here for the banquet or not! The only ones that care are the ones whose dignity is at stake!
