How I married my Father.

It has been three years since I have been living in misery, I would never have thought that Jason would ever treat me this way, before we got married we were so in love, everything was so perfect so where did it all go wrong and how did I end up with this monster of a husband. It all started 5 years ago, I was heading to the library to read for my finals, and then I bumped into this guy, I was the one in the wrong but he was so apologetic, he was so calm and gentle and he smelled so good, as he held me from falling I wished that moment would never come to an end. “So sorry about that, are you okay?” He asked “Yeah yeah… I’m fine, thank you” I replied. “Are you sure?” He asked again just to confirm “Yes I’m okay, you saved me from falling so ofcourse I’m fine” “Oh that’s good to know, my name is Jason” he said with a very beautiful smile that sent my heart beating fast. “What a beautiful name” I said enchanted by his smile “What is your name?” He asked Then I realized I didn’t even tell him my own name. “Oh my bad, my name is Emily” I told him and he smiled again “A beautiful girl with a beautiful name, nice” I couldn’t stop blushing, I couldn’t believe that he actually complimented me, for someone as handsome as he is, tall, perfectly toned body, beautiful hazel eyes and the most perfect bowed shaped lips that were pink and just begging for me to kiss it, it was unbelievable. “Alright Emily, I guess I would see you around” he said with a smile, waved and walked away. I didn’t want him to leave so I stood there and watched him walk away until he disappeared from my sight. I couldn’t read anymore, couldn’t even concentrate so I went back to my dorm, all I could think about was Jason, his face, hair, smell, body and everything. It felt like I was intoxicated or something, no guy had ever made me feel this way all my life, i didn’t want to admit it, but I had fallen in love with Jason at first sight.