my billionaire husband's family secret.

I entered the large kitchen to retrieve my phone. I had a lawyer in mind, one who had become a regular at the little grocery store where I sometimes went to get the groceries. I wanted to on my own. I wasn’t certain if the lawyer, attorney-at-law, would answer my call, what fee he’d charge, or if he’d even want to handle the case. I'm also not at all sure if he is as good as he presented himself to be; however I Iiked him a great deal. I'd finally gotten past all my worries and anxiety. I had decided. And now nothing was going to move me from my stand. I'd make sure nothing deterred me. I was going to divorce my husband. It'd taken me so long to come to this conclusion, too long even. But I've had it with Apollo and his family of spoilt, opinionated and callous elites. Apollo Delgado, my husband,is the first born son of the Delgado Dynasty and the head of the family since his aged old man's demise some few years back. A family that has been part of the one percent since probably the beginning of all things living. They were the creme de la creme of society,they made things happen and after my initial displeasure and anger at being forced to marry when I was less than ready,I had thought it my luck, the best luck of my life marrying into the Delgado family. I'd soon come to learn that it was no place for a measly church rat, like Apollo's mom has fun calling me whenever I have the unholy luck of running into her. As I stood in front of the large kitchen island, memories started to flood in, memories I always tried so hard to suppress.... It had been my wedding night. Throughout the day I had been restless and anxious. Although not exactly innocent of what men and women did when they lay together, having had a few boyfriend's in highschool, I was still a virgin. I had married Apollo two weeks after graduating high school and just a month after turning 18. I had begged and begged to be left to further my education up to college but Papa had turned his cold gaze to me and told me I had to marry Apollo, and that I had better be good about it. And so I found myself wed to a man I didn't know and who was from a sphere of life so different from mine,I hardly knew what to do. The tension between his family and mine should have clued me in. Made me aware that something wasn't right. During the weeks of preparing for the wedding,I had had the time to convince myself to make good use of my situation. To accept my new lot in life. Apollo wasn't an unattractive man. In fact he was quite stunning with his cold calculating gaze. He made my little heart flutter whenever he glanced at me. I had thought to myself "what could be so bad about being married to him?". And so I'd been prepared and more than willing to give myself to him. I had anticipated our first time together with excitement. After the brief ceremony which was more quiet than you'd think a Delgado wedding should be, we had taken the limo home. That drive had been an extremely long one for me, even if it was just a ten minute drive from the church where we had been married. We finally pulled into an immensely long driveway bordered by stately oak trees. It winded along for a good quarter mile, and then we rounded a bend, revealing a massive Tudor-style mansion. It sprawled on forever with steeply pitched roofs, half-timbered panels inlaid with herringbone brickwork, a massive sprawling porch that could hold about a hundred people, and tall windows. It was early evening and I had seen the amazing mansion in the sunset. I took in a breath, dreamingly imagining myself mistress of the beautiful mansion and wife to THE Apollo Delgado. It had all made me more than a little breathless. I stared at myself in the vanity mirror that night. Brushing my hair lustrous brown hair out to give it a shine. I had taken a bath and gone through all the necessities, feeling a little light headed. I had finally set the brush down and taken one last look in the mirror. I’d scrubbed the makeup off my face and put on a white nightgown that was made of satin and hugged my body. It hit just above my knees and had a scooped low in front, feeling like a virginal sacrifice but liking how the satin felt against my skin. I had imagined Apollo would like it too. Imagined how It would feel as he pulled it from my body, leaving all of me bared to his gaze. I had breathlessly expected him to walk through the door at any moment. Standing up from the vanity, I had walked to the bed and pulled the covers back, thinking to wait for him in bed. Just as I had raised the covers back, I heard the turn of a doorknob and my eyes had gone to the main door. But Apollo hadn't come from there. When Apollo had finally come to me, he had come through a connecting door that I hadn't taken notice of. I had wondered why he was coming through there and not the main door which led out to the hallway. He had approached me with such reproach on his face, I'd feared that I had done something wrong. His next words chilled me even further. "Take that nightdress off,"he'd said "and lie in bed." I'd immediately done as told, shy that we hadn't talked,a few words would have calmed my erratic heart a bit as this was all new to me. Laying in the middle of the bed, waiting silently with my arms over my breasts had been nerve wracking. He'd be gentle,I convinced myself. And he'd wake my body up in a way no boy had. Because Apollo was no boy, he was a man who knew and possessed control. The thought had caused a shiver to run through my body and I had furiously blushed. My new husband was probably a man of little words, I'd thought then. His body had been silhouetted from the light flowing in from the room behind him with the door still open. His lips had curved into what I could only interpret as distate. I'd wondered why that was the emotion I inspired in him as he looked at my almost naked form, my eyes turning away from him. The experience I'd thought would be a loving one, bonding my husband and I,had been wholly distasteful. He'd been callous, with no feeling whatsoever, and no tenderness he'd divested me of my virginity. I'd gingerly carried myself to the adjoining washroom, scrubbing at my body as if to wash away the pain and the shame. He didn't feel anything at all for me. It had been so obvious.The next day when I'd been informed that I and my husband wouldn't be sharing a bedroom, I'd been equal amounts relieved and disappointed. Things weren't turning out even a little bit how I'd expected it to be. And sharing different rooms hadn't stopped my husband using the adjoining door connecting our rooms, from coming to me on nights he felt like it and taking his careless pleasure off my body. My phone rang, and I looked at the caller ID, seeing it was the lawyer calling back. I answered the call and set up a meeting. I'd put up with the worst things over the five years of this miserable forced marriage,and I was done with it. By the next time Apollo came back from his business trip, I'd have the divorce papers ready for him. It wasn't going to be an easy task, but I was going to finally break free.