Worthless No More • Alpha's Treasure •

3 • The Grimm Descent

After the wedding, Richard convinced her that he needed her with him for dinners and functions to socialize with current and prospective clients. It began to feel like their marriage was displayed as a model for financial success and happiness. The clients appreciated the stability a happily married couple exuded.

Richard began having Samantha schedule, organize, and set up the meetings and events, and before long, brought her on as an Event Specialist for the company. It didn't exactly pertain to her degree, but it was similar and allowed her to express her creativity, so she didn't mind too much, even though she could have been making much more on her own. It left her with a decent salary, and it allowed her to tailor her schedule to fit around Richard’s, maximizing their time together. It seemed like the perfect arrangement.

She didn’t know when the distance between them began. After the first three years of being so in sync and tuned to each other, a slow descent into a stale and stagnant marriage mysteriously began. He started coming home later, dinners together became less frequent, and eventually, he stopped coming home for them altogether. He never even noticed the nights she didn't eat; he didn't see her anymore.

She knew Elevated Financials was a burgeoning success and that Richard planned to buy out his uncle Edward when Edward was ready to retire within ten to fifteen years. But Uncle Eddie wound up not waiting that long. Four months ago, Edward and his partner Mauricio decided to sell the company to a mysterious buyer out of state, without warning or consulting Richard beforehand. But that wasn’t to blame, because Richard had already begun shutting down in their marriage two years prior. His outbursts had been steadily becoming more frequent and brutal, and were now almost a daily battle.

Samantha was left feeling increasingly heartbroken and confused during this time. She was desperate to understand why she was being made to feel everything she was doing wrong; why he made her feel like a burden. She eventually learned to stop advocating for herself, becoming quieter and withdrawn.

But Richard always had time for his friends. He expected her to attend every invitation he accepted without talking to her. In the spring of the fifth year of marriage, feeling like her marriage was disintegrating, she begged him to take her to the beach for a romantic getaway weekend to reconnect. He made excuses, saying work was too busy, he couldn’t possibly step away. Within a week of that conversation, she felt the foundation of her world fall away with a simple statement of wishful thinking.

They were eating dinner at Nate and Mari’s house. Nate was his best friend from high school. He and Mari had been Richard's friends for years, and Samantha had never viewed them as truly her own.

"Any big plans this summer?" Mari asked Samantha as she opened a bottle of Riesling to go with dessert. "Nate wants to take a fishing trip up in the mountains, but I want to go to the beach." She looked playfully disappointed at her husband.

"We don't have any plans yet," Samantha answered quietly, feeling sensitive about the subject. She looked down at her lemon cheesecake and missed Richard's pointed look at Mari.

In the morning, Richard booked a suite large enough for both couples at the beach for the next weekend. Samantha was livid. She begged him for the trip, but only after another woman wanted to go did he relent. He snapped.

"What's the problem?" His question was sharp and condescending. "You've been up my ass about wanting to go, and we're going! Nothing I do for you is ever good enough! You complain if I don't do it. You complain if I do."

“But you didn’t do it for me, or us. I begged you. You did it for someone else!” She was frustrated at his failure to see the core of the problem, why it was wrong and hurtful.

"Are we going or not?" he snarled. "What more do you want from me, Samantha?"

What did she want? She wanted to be more than a footnote in her own life, to feel seen and valued. The tension from the outcome of that dinner, and the resulting beach trip, coated their marriage in a toxic film, impossible to wash away.

In the fall of that same year, Samantha was involved in a serious car accident. The ER ran a CT Scan to check for internal injuries, and while the results came back with no internal damage or injury, the nurse pulled her aside.

"Mrs. Covington?" The nurse unsuccessfully tried to keep a worried look off her face, causing Samantha to become alarmed. "I'm not supposed to relay this information to you, since I’m not the doctor, but I recommend you book an appointment with a gynecologist right away."

"What's wrong?" Samantha asked. "I can't be pregnant." She had been on birth control for several years now, waiting for the company to become more self-sufficient before having children.

The nurse pressed her lips together. "No. You're not pregnant, but you have some... abnormalities that you should have a professional look over."

Samantha took the woman's advice and booked the first available appointment. The results came back with complications to her uterus, and an immediate removal was recommended. The news devastated her, but she agreed to the surgery. Her dream of having children with Richard was now ruthlessly ripped from her, yet he never understood when and why the grief would overwhelm her.

He took three days off work after her surgery. And spent every minute of those days locked in his study, leaving her to fend for herself. Less than a month later, he was back to dragging her out to events and dinners with clients and his friends.

Then came New Year's Eve. She was tired and in pain, mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted. When he came into the bedroom that night, he noticed she was still in her robe.

"What are you doing?" He questioned her angrily. "We need to leave in twenty minutes, and you haven't even started getting ready."

"I'm not going," she firmly told him.

"What do you mean, not going?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I don't feel good. I hurt, Richard," Samantha answered. "I'm not going."

"What the f**k, Sam?" Richard exploded. "We promised everyone we would be there tonight! Quit being difficult, you're going."

"No, I'm not," Sam said obstinately. "You promised them, not I, so go if you want, but I'm staying home."

"Like hell!" Richard yelled and threw his cologne at her stand-up mirror, causing shards of glass and mirror to scatter across the floor. The overpowering stench of the broken bottle permeated the air.

Her heart pounded, and all she could hear was a ringing in her ears as the world grayed. Why was he acting like this? As if from a distance, she heard Richard storm out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

And that was when she saw this wasn’t a rough patch. Things were spiralling out of control.