Peace...

I knew I had performed my duty as required. We went straight to have a bath. There were already prepared bath tabs for us. They were mixed with herbs to refresh our bodies. I bathed together helping her at the back. After having a bath we felt refreshed and strong. We just headed to the dining room to have food. The work we had done was so tiresome though pleasuring. After having dinner we went to the sitting room to have fun as we watch short movies.

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I continued caressing her hair as I press her chubby cheeks making sure I didn't hurt her. As a little child, she calmed down. I sat beside her making sure she became alright. In a few minutes, Mary's words were penetrating my heart like a sharp dagger.

"My husband, I regret marrying a striper like you, I didn't know I was not enough for you. I gave you everything you wanted. I remember very well my parents advised me not to marry from a poor family like you but I gave them a cold shoulder knowing that you were my first love and I was compromised with my feelings to marry you, only to get this as a reward. I hate myself,"

 MARY POV

 I was telling Dan, my love, these words as I was hurting inside. How come I was dumb I didn't know? I went to the washroom since I never even dared to hear his voice. I was so frustrated mentally. After spending like three to four hours not sure and recognizing myself, I went straight to the couch. That's where I slept till morning, I thought of what to do, I thought of suicide, poisoning and drinking alcohol but I did not get the correct answer. 

That night I was not able to sleep due to overthinking. I thought of my two children who were in school. I wanted to have a divorce I was tired of everything. I wanted to go back to my parent's house, they were eating and sleeping well without stress. I thought of the good life my parents provided.l for me. I was provided with everything I wanted. I remembered my days back in school, I used to go to the supermarket, during holidays, my parents used to do big shopping for me. They made sure I had everything required for school. I was given a huge amount of pocket money. Some used to buy Dan some stuff, games kits , I remember playing stable and chasing with him. I used to bite him until he got upset. Some days I could try my best to let him win but he was just a piece of shit that couldn't even surprise his girlfriend.

 Some amount could help me run the whole term. I used to be generous and kind to my fellow students. I never thought love would remind me of all the good things I had passed through. I remember my boyfriend whom I dumped for Dan, he was tall, dark, and gorgeous. He had loved me more than expected, He provided me with minor things. I had fallen for him but I never loved him compared to Dan. He was polite though I didn't like his politeness. 

I wanted someone jovial and loving. I remember one day he couldn't protect me from the bully boys who were admiring my beauty. He could just watch them saying dirty words to me. When I compared him to Dan , Dan was polite and pretentious to some extent. He could act Damn but still sharp. He had a quick temper but still I liked him. He couldn't dare see me sad or being abused without saying a word to bully boys. Dan was the best. 

 I was awake for the whole night thinking about the good and bad times I had gone through. I recall my mother telling me whenever I had to choose my partner,I should learn about his behavior, and how he respects himself.

The night was quite long, when morning came, I decided to park some of the properties I had bought, I didn't want to quarrel or cry anymore.

I wanted to leave Dan to do what he wants.

While I was parking, he was there apologizing and begging me to stop but I did not want to listen to anything. My heart was arching. After parking, I called for a taxi to take me up to my parents. In a few minutes, the taxi arrived. We parked in whatever we could and left behind what couldn't be carried. 

The taxi driver was so attentive that he knew his task. He never dared ask me a question. I was looking furious and frustrated. I reached home in the evening; I did not make any phone call or alert them that I was coming over to stay. When the gateman opened the door my mother was the first to see me. She was kinder surprised to see me. She came running feeling excited, the moment our eyes met, her happiness faded away quickly. I was already crying and sobbi

ng like a child.