The lies of my billionaire husband

“Please stop!,Please” I begged, but he only held onto me tighter. His hands touched me in places that he never should have. I turned in fear and disgust as he leaned closer on me. His breath was hot against the skin on my neck. “Please don’t do this!” I begged, “Please no!”, but all I heard was the sound of his zipper going down. “Noo!” I screamed, waking myself up from the dream. My face was full of sweat though the air conditioner was still on. I looked around me as I sat on the bed, I was back to my bedroom. It’s only a dream Allison, my husband said as he held unto my hands. My lower eyelids had tear beads sitting at its tips. I leaned on my husband as I busted out in tears. “I keep seeing him Luke” I said as I held on tightly to my husband for my dear life. “I tried to run, I tried to stop him” I cried out sharply. “Shush Allison, none of it was real. He is not coming back. It was only a dream”, my husband reassured me. “ You know what, let’s stay awake for a bit. Just hold unto me, nothing will hurt you while I’m by your side”, Luke reassured me further. “But you have to be at work early tomorrow Luke. You need to finalize the deal with your client before the Christmas break” I said, hoping to make him see a reason to leave me to my fears alone and go back to bed. “I’ll be by your side till you fall asleep Allison”, my husband said just before he pecked me at the side of my head. His arms wrapped around me so tight it caused my satin pink nightgown to rumple a little. “I love you Luke” I said with relief in my voice. Thank God I have a loving husband, I thought to myself. After minutes of staring into the darkness of the corner of the room, I finally fell asleep. “Good morning A” my husband said in his loving manner while holding onto a cup. “What time is it?” I inquired, wondering why he was still at home. “Don’t worry, I am still right on time, it’s just 8:00am. The cook has already set the table. I came up to pick up my watch. I will be at work before the meeting starts”. Luke, my husband, drives a Mercedes 2023 latest model. He got it on request. The model is set to be released in March next year, but having won a lawsuit for Mercedes, they gave it to him as a gift. “Get some more rest Allison, the housekeeper will come around soon. There is nothing much for you to do at home. Also, I’ll be back by noon for our visit to the therapist”, he said as he walked towards the bedroom door. See you late A” he added as he smiled on his way out. I went back to sleepy shortly. In the morning the nightmares seem to be a thing of the past, but when the night comes its like they never left. “Good morning Madam” the housekeeper said as she pulled on the curtain to let in some sunlight. “I was told to wake you up an hour to noon by Mr Kingston”, she added. My husband is the son of the CEO of Kingston corporation, a law firm for the elites, so we have a lot of staff working for us. I never have to do anything except work, a choice I made on my own. I got up to get dressed for my appointment, then headed downstairs for brunch. As I stood up to leave the dining table, I heard the sound of my husband driving into the driveway. I picked up my purse and headed for the door. “ Aren’t you going to change the car” I inquired knowing how he’s not the type the show off how wealthy he is. “No need, it’s your last day of therapy today, it doesn’t matter anymore,” he replied. Even though my nightmares were still constant my husband had instructed I stopped therapy. He said and I quote “all you need is me by your side”. He believed strongly that the therapy was not going to make the nightmares stop and even though I enjoyed the conversation with my therapist, Mr Smith, I agree with my husband. It’s been over 2 years now, and I still have the same dream when I sleep. “Hello Allison, how do you feel today” inquired Mr Smith with his round lenses that sat at the bridge of his nose. Despite just being in his late 30's his hairline had reclined 2 inches backwards, but he still has a soft voice to make up for his appearance. “We won’t be talking today”, he said as I sat down on the long gray sofa in his medium-sized office. “I’ll just give you a recommendation letter for some drugs I believe would help you with those nightmares you’ve been having. You can collect them at your local pharmacy” he added as he smiled, revealing both dimples on his cheeks. I walked towards my husband in the waiting room. The appointment wasn’t as long as I had desired. My time with Mr Smith years down the line had been relieving. Mr Smith had a way of making me feel accepted, and despite what others said, he believed me when I told him I was r***d. The scent of soft lavender from the gray sofa in his office is something i don’t think I would ever forget. The scent gave me a form of peace as I cried my eyes into them during our previous sessions. It reminded me of the smell of my mother. My mother lived in London you see. I can’t really take a drive down to see her anytime I wanted. “Did he give you the prescription for the medication?” my husband Luke inquired. It was Luke’s idea that medication would be a much easier option than lifetime therapy. “Those drugs will make you forget everything Allison”, he said to me a week before this visit, with hope to convince me. He believed its better not to even remember the incident at all, I agree strongly with him. I should have gotten this medication sooner than now. It would have prevented the hardship I had to endure during my frequent visits to the police station, with hopes to catch the perpetrator. All efforts amounted to nothing. Now I am left with nothing but constant nightmares and a remembrance of the fact that no one believes it actually happened.