2| Locked up in the house for ten years
But that didn't save me in his hands. It didn't stop me from getting the bruises and black eyes everyday. Even when am on my periods, he fucks me using a condom and when am pregnant, same thing.
For fucking everyday!
And this has lead to my so much and countless miscarriages and him asking me to go for several abortions.
After we had three kids, he said he doesn't want anymore and I should stop populating his house with more babies. If I refuse for an abortion...oh God, I don't want to recall the last time I swore never to go for an abortion and he punched the living hell of the pregnancy out of me.
I was admitted in the hospital for weeks….. months? And when my mom, stepdad, grandma and stepbrother came over, he couldn't say anything. I was the one who blew the lies up to cover for him. I told them I had a domestic accident in the house which leads to me falling off the stairs and smacking my belly against the ground.
It was easier said that way just to wrap things up. I mean, who wants to hang their dirty linings outside? It's my marriage and my life. I decide what to do with it. I know I never loved him from the start because we didn't start well but despite all he did to me, my love for him increased every single day and I can't stop loving him.
Some may think am stupidly in love or blindly in love with him. Am not with him because of his wealth because he never caters for me or takes good care of me. Or is it the fame of being the wife of a well-known mega-multi billionaire in the America tycoon society? I don't give a fuck bout fame.
He doesn't care for me. He doesn't give me attention except he wants to fuck me. But he'd care bout his children a lot. He takes them out to catch fun whenever he's around and leaves me behind like the maid of the mansion.
Seeing me alone, oh God, you'd pity for me and feel so sorry. I've become too mature than my mates because of how he treats me and what he has made me become. Am still in my twenties but he made me look like I just arrived thirty.
Nothing has changed in this relationship for long now and I still hope it do.
But for how long more?
I've been facing torments and tortures in the hands of this man for years now, hoping things will change for good. Hoping he'll come to realize all his mistakes and errors but no. Instead, it increases everyday. His sight of hatred and anger towards me, levels up the more whenever he sees me.
And in bed, he fucks me with aggression until am sore and worn out.
I can deal with these even if it'd take forever. I've been cleaning the shitty things since years now and I don't see why I should stop.
To break things out, he hasn't kissed me once. Except for the french kiss he gave to me on our wedding day. I won't call that a kiss because.…. The archbishop forced him to do it.
All he sees about me increases his urge to discard me everyday but he just couldn't. I think he has an arrangement about something with his dad that he doesn't want to lose and maybe that involves the company after his acting career.
He was an ex-actor. I remember watching some of his movies in Netflix when I was a teenage girl, then, he was a teenage boy too. I knew the face was quite familiar when we first met. I never knew I'd marry a star one day. Blah, blah, blah, he's no more an actor because he gat something bigger to create for his future.
Oh!
My bad, I didn't introduce myself to you guys. Please accept my apologies. My name is Triana Jefferson and am an ambitious, independent medical nurse who just started working in her father's hospital two years ago after being locked up in the house for ten years by her crazy husband.
When my mom came to visit me two years ago, she found out that I stopped working after I got married. She was curious to know why but I beat about the bush for my husband to save his ass.
Oops!
That never saved his ass actually. My mom got busted at him, he lied that he pays me every month just to stay at home as a full house wife and watch the kids after school, so on and so forth. But my mom like my mom, she never gave a damn bout those rubbish. She query him for it, saying my education was not meant to end up in my husband's bed or rather, in the kitchen either.
I had first degree, master degree, B.Sc. and RN. Four certificates, my mother would not let that go astrain. She worked hard damn to make me grad out of college and even further, so who the hell was my husband to stop my career?
All these torments under my nose, I never involved anyone. I clean my own shits myself. When I get a black eye or bruised skin, am a nurse, I fix it. If not by make-up, I take steady treatments and that do involve pills.
No one knows. No one finds out or else I tell you. Life was like simple as that to me. And am used to it. Now that we already had three kids. One boy and two girls who were born through cesarean section operation.
According to the several doctors I visited in the past, they say one thing. I can still get pregnant but it'd be of high-risk if they come out through a cesarean delivery. But my dad's case was lot more different. He said I can no longer get pregnant, that my chances of getting pregnant was over because of the three cesarean delivery I had. The way he said it felt like he never wanted grandkids or maybe he wasn't that serious with my condition.
Anyway, on one side, it's good and on the other, it's not. I love kids and I wanted more but ever since that appointment with the doctors and medical practitioners, I only had miscarriages. The last one almost ended my life if not for my best friend, Alyssa O'Brien. Who still works in the same hospital as me as a nurse too.
She has been the only one seeing me through beside my family. And when I meant family, I meant to say mom, Amelia Jefferson Todd. My maternal grandma, Sabrina Winter. My stepbrother, Shawn Todd and my stepdad, Carlos Todd. These are my only family I regard and in addition, I plus Alyssa O'Brien to it.
She's the only one who knew a bit of what am passing through. I pleaded with her to keep shut because it was me who was the victim and not her.