CHAPTER SIXTEEN

She smiled happily as she stood at the front door. The house was big and beautiful; painted cream. It had many flowers and trees; it also had a beautiful garden that was home to blue and red roses, daisies, and dandelions. She walked leisurely in the garden taking in the scent of almost every flower.

"There you are" a man said as he approached from behind her

She ran to him and hugged him "were you looking for me?"

"Of course, my love" he smiled lovingly at her, and he reached down for a kiss which she gladly returned.

"Who owns this house my love?" She asked gesturing to the grand mansion and the fields.

"You do my queen" he replied

"You mean I own this beautiful house?" she asked excitedly

"Yes, you do and now it belongs to us. Would it not be amazing to share this house together in love and harmony?" he asked

"Yes, it most certainly will be nice. Shall we take a look inside?" she replied

"Of course, my queen"

They held hands and walked together to the front door. The house was a mansion! They stood at the door, and she tried to open it, but it proved futile

"The door is locked my love" she cried out to her husband

"Then unlock it my queen" she was perplexed at his answer, and she spun around to look at him

He laughed "I told you that it is your house. Only you can unlock it"

"Really? But I thought it was ours"

"It certainly is honey. If you say so"

"Well, it is our home, and we will live happily together" she said reassuringly to him, and he smiled

"I think the key is in your pocket dear"

She checked in her pocket and brought out a silver key. She actually owned the house and possessed the key. She waved it to her husband and opened the door. The door opened and they walked inside hand in hand. They observed and looked through all the rooms in the house. The house was truly beautiful and well furnished; everything that a home needed was already provided including food.

She drank wine and ate with her husband until she became drunk and satiated.

"I would like to sleep now dear" she said to her husband dizzily. He was still drinking more wine but was not getting drunk.

"Honey" she grabbed him on the neck "let us go to bed"

Her husband smiled, "with pleasure my love"

He carried her in his arms and took her to the room. He laid her on the queen-sized bed and undressed himself. He climbed the bed and did same to her. They began taking their pleasure then he suddenly stopped.

"Why did you stop?" she groaned in protest

"Honey, I want to ask you a favor."

"Yes, what is it?"

"May I have the key to the house; I would not want us to be disturbed"

"Why not?" she said as she handed the silver key over to him: he took it and went downstairs to lock the door.

She woke up sweating all over; it was all a dream. She stared at the locked windows and the fans her husband had installed for her. There was a time when her husband loved and cared for her; why did he change so suddenly? She recalled that after that day, his attitude changed toward her. He must have been faking his love all along. She had to remind him that the house belonged to her; she had to retrieve her key!

She rested her head on the pillow; she does not think that she would be able to sleep anymore. She remembered the beautiful garden she owned outside, the beautiful colors of all the flowers it possessed, and she cried. She had to escape this man and quickly!