Trading My Ex For His Mafia Uncle

CHAPTER FOUR

Back in my room……..

I laid still in the same position I've been for the last hour. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as my mind darted back to all that transpired in the study. There was one thing I knew for sure though, my life was no longer my own unless I do something about it and this marriage was going to be a nightmare.

“You are to obey all without question. Leave” I chuckled remembering his words. Little drop of tears followed my chuckle and a sob followed.

I didn't know how long I cried for but the next time I opened my eyes, it was dawn. I shut off the alarm clock and held my head in pain.

As much as I wished to, I couldn't sit here mourning in pain. I got up to take my bath and proceeded the kitchen as the instructions from last night replayed in my head

My breakfast has to be ready by 8am and not a minute late

You are to remain the house at all times unless I say otherwise

School is cancelled,you don't need it anyways. I have all the money to take of you

You are to comply to all my demands anytime I make one

Drop your cell phone. You'll no longer be needing it.

Tears welled up in my eyes once more but I knew I can't be weak now. I need all the strength I can gather. I made breakfast according to the meal schedule. Micah came down not a minute later than 8.

Saying a greeting that was unanswered, I could only stand there while he tasted the dishes.

“What is this b***h?” I heard him shouting and before I could comprehend the situation, a plate flew in my direction leaving a cut on my cheek.

Before I could react to my cut, he had removed his belt. I could only recoil to a corner as he hit me. After having his fill, he left the house. I stood up, dusted myself off and proceeded to clean up the mess.

After what felt like forever, I went back to my room. Finally within the confinement of those walls, I let my emotions lose.

From there onward, my life became a living hell. My husband would hit me at the slightest inconvenience, use me as a maid during the day and as a w***e at night.

Many times, he made me an audience to his s****l activities with other women and made me serve them as a maid afterwards.

With no other options, I could only grit my teeth and bear the torture. Soon all the maids were transferred to the Smiths’ mansion and I was made to fulfill their duties.

Soon enough, my routine became monotonous, from making breakfast first thing in the morning to crying myself to sleep at night.

Fifteen months passed….

Like always, I had made breakfast and laid the table. I was dusting the living area when I suddenly felt drowsy. I pull myself together and continued and I accidentally knocked down the vase Mrs Smith had given Micah for his 25th birthday.

I looked up to see him charging forward and the expected lash of the belt landed on me, I fell trying to duck and everything became blurry.

I opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling of my room. Hovering over me was a woman in a coat. I tried getting up and she hurriedly helped me balance myself.

“What happened?” I questioned her with genuine curiosity

“I'm sorry Mrs Smith, we couldn't save your child….”

Everything went still and I could no longer hear what she was saying. I could hear my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I was pregnant…and my baby is gone…

I sat there looking into the distance. My only chance at having someone to finally call my own is gone…and I didn't even get to cherish him at all.

“How did I lose my child, doctor?” I asked after a few minutes.

“Your husband said he found you in a pool of blood and assumes you must have fallen off the stairs”

‘He lied’ I screamed inwardly but didn't dare to say it out loud. He lied and he killed my child. I've always harboured hatred towards my husband but it grow a thousand fold after this incident and then and there I made up my mind to find my way out of this trap at all cost.