Marriage Contract with my Ugly Wife.

CHAPTER 1. Recreated to be ugly. ABIGAIL'S POV. Beep. Beep. Beep. Those were the only sounds which were creeping into my ears apart from the bang in my head. I noticed the surrounding darkness, shallow and silent, and I thought I was dead, but what happened to me, and where was I? I couldn't remember. My head was just finding it all hard to process. I moved and raised my hand to my head, "Oh! She's awake!" Someone sounded. The urgency in that voice got my eyes snapping opening, and I regretted that action. The bang I felt was like a hammer hit. Sharp and hurting. "Ah!" My hands gripped my head. "Take it easy, sweetie. The doctors have been notified, they will be here soon, and you will be okay." My eyes moved to the sound of the voice and there stood a man whom I recognised immediately, "Father." And just like magic, everything came rushing back into my memory. Chad, Sarah, my mother and father. Everything. I also remembered how I ended up in the hospital. It was Chad, my husband. 'He pushed me off the stairs.' I jerked up and began to remove all the things connected to my body, ignoring the doctor and nurses who were just arriving and my father who was clothed with worry. "I have to see Chad, Dad." "Abby, I think you should keep calm and be treated before you leave the hospital. You're not fully healed even after your weeks in a coma." Weeks in a coma? That halted me. What did my father mean by weeks in a coma? I knew I only slept in a jiffy. I resumed my purpose anyway. I was getting myself out of bed. "Abigail! Just listen to this once and get back to bed. Trust me, you don't know how damaged you are right now." I turned to my father, "No, father. I must see Chad immediately. He has to explain to me why he pushed me, though I know it was only a mistake." "And he is mistakenly not in the hospital to check on you." My father mocked. I knew he wouldn't understand me, so I never bothered to make him. "He's only guilty." I defended my husband. The nurses tried to get me back to bed, but I struggled til my father relented, "Let her go." I was happy and immediately ran out of the ward. I began to run out of the hospital, ignoring the strange eyes on me, and the squeaks the people who saw me were releasing. I knew they were scared of the way I was running, but like I said, they wouldn't understand me. Nobody would. The love between my husband and I was a solid one, and anywhere he was, I would always locate him. I loved him dearly, and he loved me too, though he never showed it, and I understand he was not just good at flaunting things he loved. I smiled, but noticed my face stinking, especially my cheeks, but ignored the pain I was feeling. All my mind was clouded by Chad. I didn't know how I managed to run from the hospital to the house where my husband and I lived, but I did, and I was too happy to feel any pain. "My love!" I called and barged into the sitting room with a smile. What I saw left everything in me frozen. Sarah was in a romantic entanglement with my husband. She was sitting on my husband's lap. Their hands were all around each other with their eyes glued to the show displayed on the television. It was such a disrespectful sight for me, I was hospitalised, and my husband was there, familiarizing himself with my sister. What gut?! "What the hell is happening here?!" I busted out in annoyance. They both jolted and when they saw me, they busted into a laugh. I began to fume with my hands clenched, seeing they were not remorseful, not a bit. "Get away from my husband right this moment, Sarah!" "Why are you barking?" Sarah questioned me and stood to her feet. "Is it now a crime to get cosy with my boyfriend?" I was very vexed. How could she claim my husband as her boyfriend? And Chad was there in his seat, mute like a dumb snail. He even had his legs crossed, probably thinking that it was fun to see Sarah and me in that sort of discussion. He left me to face Sarah alone, and that was what I did. I faced my sister, knowing I was ready to go any mile for Chad. "And who's your boyfriend? We both know that Chad is legally married to me. I would love to know how proper it will be when the world gets to know this!" She blessed my face with a slap after my words and I wanted to return that slap, but I couldn't. The pain in my face intensified, and I felt it tearing, "Ah!" I cringed in pain and staggered. That slap was one I couldn't forget in a hurry. It echoed straight into my mind and saved my memory. I clenched my face to ease the pain, but it only intensified, and then I felt something painting my face. When I looked, it was blood. "Blood!" I squeaked. The sight terrified me, and I fell to the floor. Throughout my fight, my husband didn't utter a word. He was only laughing and enjoying my suffering. My eyes blurred with tears, but I refused to let them out. "Sarah, what have you done?" I questioned Sarah. My face was hurting very badly, and touching it hurt more. "Oops, my bad! I just gave your face a little more beauty, and I bet you don't know how beautiful you are right now. Maybe Chad will not want a divorce anymore with your new beauty." She chided. I didn't understand what Sarah was talking about. What divorce? What beauty? "I... I don't understand." Sarah turned to Chad, "Haven't you told her about it already?" He shook his head, "No, but the papers are prepared. Everything is intact, except her signature." Sarah frowned and turned to me, "Do you hear that? He's divorcing you!" That sounded lame in my ears and I shook my head, "I don't understand." Sarah moved closer to me on the floor and I cringed back on my butt with the fear of getting hit again. She squinched in front of me, "Your husband is divorcing you to marry me." "No, you're lying." She slapped me again, spilling my tears and my heart was squeezed in pain. "How dare you accuse me of lying! Why not ask him?" I couldn't say anything. I turned to Chad with tears dropping like rainwater. I couldn't open my mouth to ask him anything, though I desperately wanted him to deny the fact that Sarah was right. "I will give you a gift to know my answer to your silent question," Chad told me and got out of his seat. He picked up something on the floor, and he came to squinch beside Sarah before me. "Here." I looked to see a mirror in his hand. He was pointing it at my face, and when I looked, it was to see a pathetic and ugly person staring back at me. I slowly removed my hands from my face, and I could see the source of all the stink I was feeling. My face was filled with wounds, and the cuts were bleeding. They were not small cuts, they were deep enough that even if they healed, they would leave an ugly scar behind. "No! That's not me!" I cried, getting away from the mirror, and nothing was in my favour, even my tears hurt my face. I was in great pain. They scoffed, "Then who is it? Me?" My heart broke and all the strange stares I was receiving from the hospital became meaningful to me. I looked like a monster and when I ran, it got the people scared and away from me. "I see I did a good job of redesigning your face." Chad told me, then faced Sarah, "Do you love it, babe?" She nodded with a broad smile. I realised the surrounding evil, and I developed a taste for their blood. I launched at Chad and grabbed his neck like a geek. I began to strangle him. "Die! Die!" I shouted. "Get away from him!" Sarah pushed me away. "Do you want to kill him?!" Realization drew on me. I was never loved, not even a pinch. No wonder he never touched me romantically, he had always hated me from the start. But why? I loved him. I got up from the floor and ran away from the house, 'I'll die! I'll kill myself.' I ran away, scaring everyone who saw me and I heard some pointing at me and calling me names like, "Monster." That intensified my pain and zeal to kill myself. I was ready to give up on my pain. It was too much to bear, and I wondered, 'Why me?' My husband was ready to divorce me because I had become ugly, which he caused me to be because I realised that he intentionally pushed me down the stairs to fall on the glass he had prepared on the floor, and I did fall and lose my beauty. No one would want a scar-face as a wife and that was why I had to end my life. I got to the highway and ran before a speeding car, and I knew that a hit from it would send me straight to hell. But the devil was at work that day. Before the car could get to me, I was pulled out of the road, and I fell on the walkway with the person, who gave me another chance to suffer more. "Let go of me!" I cried, trying to get myself out of his grip, but he wouldn't let me go. "Are you crazy?! Do you know how many dead people wished to come back to life? And you who are alive wanted to kill yourself. You must be out of your mind." I turned my face to him, and I saw him speechless, "Marry me, and I won't kill myself. Please." "Now, I see you've lost it. Can't you see I'm married?!" He left me on the floor, standing to his feet, "Die now, kill yourself, I won't stop you anymore!" I couldn't stand up from the floor, my eyes were glued to his retreating figure with one thing on my mind, "He's not disgusted by the sight of my face." He was human enough, though I knew I still had to die. No other person would accept my ugliness, and that was more reason to die, but still, I couldn't stand on my feet to attempt any more death.