Trading My Ex For His Mafia Uncle

CHAPTER THREE

The best part of my day was always watching the sun rise, while sitting by my window and listening to the birds singing, but even after the sun had risen completely,I couldn't get up from the bed. The memories of last night kept flooding in, I didn't know how long I cried for but now I feel too numb to even clean myself up.

For days, I didn't leave my room and I didn't see Micah either. The maids brought my food regularly even though I barely touched them and ignored me when I asked for my husband. Slowly, the week went by and the marriage break I took from school was finally over.

I got up early to prepare and finally left my new room. I was halfway down the stairs when I saw him sitting at the dining table. My heart jumped but I masked my fear with indifference.

“Good morning” I said softly and walked as fast I could

“And where do you think you're going” I paused without turning back

“I'm talking to you!” He said again, more firmly this time.

Swallowing my saliva, I turned and I replied, “school”

Chuckling softly, he stood up and walked to me saying,“you ain't got no business with that princess”

And before I could even refute, he picked me up and put me over his shoulder.

With tears already gathering in my eyes, I kicked and pleaded repeatedly but all to no avail. Soon we were back in my room.

He threw me on bed and I knew what was coming.

“Strip b***h” he commanded. I was about to try the pleading game again when I received a slap on my face. I could feel my healed lips tearing again.

“Always do as I say b***h!!” He barked at me. I knew this, I've been here before, my eyes became blurry with tears but I stripped without a second thought. The memory of my father's belt assaulted my mind and I wouldn't want that happening ever again, but I was wrong.

Even as I obediently knelt there as he f****d me, I could still feel the stroke of the belt on my butt cheeks. Grabbing my hair, he turned me around and shoved his c**k in my mouth. Still holding my hair tightly, he didn't stop until I gagged, still unsatisfied he dropped me to the floor and continued his assault.

Without warning, he grabbed my hair once more and aggressively turned me around and shot his c*m in my face. He put his trouser back on, took his jacket and left.

“Meet me in my study by 8pm. Don't keep me waiting”, he said when he got to the door and left.

I don't know how long I Iaid on the floor before finally standing up. I freshened up and brought out my textbooks. This is what I've always done. I'd throw myself into studying whenever my father hit me. I had thought that habit was over but I got happy too soon. Maybe I wasn't destined for happiness after,I concluded.

Glancing at the wall clock, I saw the time was already five minutes to eight. I didn't know what the consequences would be if I was late, so I set out to find the study in this huge house.

Luckily, I ran into a maid and she pointed me in the direction of the study room. I soon came to the huge double mahogany doors. I knocked twice and waited for a reply.

“Come in”

I opened the door as quietly as I could and stepped in without making any sound. What welcomed me has to be in the top ten of the ugliest scenes I've seen all my life. Laying sprawled on the huge table was a bimbo and behind her was my husband ramming into her like his life depended on it.

Lowering my gaze immediately, I turned to leave, “I'll come back later”

I felt seeing my husband being so passionately involved with another woman in our matrimonial home was the most humiliating thing that could happen to me until he made me watch.

“Stay” he commanded

“But….” I began, trying to refute

“I speak and you obey” he spat out without stopping his movements.

With words so firm and strong, I could only stand still with my head bowed. Not looking didn't stop the sounds from penetrating my ears, instead they became louder, an action I'm sure the bimbo was doing on purpose.

I didn't know how long I stood there until I heard loud screams erupt. They had both reached their climax.

“Get us some wine” the lady commanded

I stood still.

“Didn't you hear her?” My husband screamed at me. I could no longer hold my tears, not only was he cheating on me, he also had to treat me as a maid.

I moved towards the cellar and selected a random wine after which I poured them a cup each.

“So you're the girl!” The lady said, obvious disgust dripping from her voice.

I kept mute and stood still.

“Baby, shouldn't you rest now. I'll have the driver drop you off, hmm” Micah said to the lady lovingly while nibbling on her earlobe.

The lady soon left and Micah proceeded to his desk completely ignoring my presence in the room. After a while, he threw a piece of paper at me and commanded me to read it.