The monster on third main line street

Unholy Matrimony. Heather’s POV He was perfect. Everything was already planned out, and I could not wait to say yes to the man that I would be spending the rest of my life with. I was anxious, no doubt. I knew this was the best decision ever because from the first day Adrien and I met, it was a magical click. We had so much in common, and he was ready to sacrifice so much for me. He treated me the way every woman wanted to be treated. Bought me flowers randomly, sent me gifts and reassured me that he was going to forever be the loving man that i fell in love with. “You look beautiful, Heather.” My mother’s voice had a way of calming and warming my heart and the way a smile always escaped my lips when she spoke to me was miraculous. I looked at the long white flowing wedding dress I was wearing, turning round to capture the edges and the details with my eyes. “Thank you, mom. I was a bit uncertain that maybe the designs were too much. You know, with the pearls hanging on it.” She came closer to me, picking up the veil from the wooden dresser and gently placing it on my head. “I wore this wedding dress on my wedding day and I honestly thought the same way too, but my mom told me that it was perfect. So if your grandma thought it was perfect, and I thought it was perfect too afterward, then the gown is perfect.” I blushed hard, holding my hands to my mouth to hide my excitement. She pinned the veil firmly to my head and took steps back, admiring it. “Absolutely stunning. I am so glad that I get to witness the day you walk down that aisle and pledge full commitment to your husband.” “Me too. I am happy you are here, and I know dad is in Heaven smiling down too.” “Sure he is. We have to go now. We cannot waste any more time.” She started rushing to pack up my things and I followed her, making sure that everything was in my bag. “Mom..” I stopped her as we were about to walk out of the door. “Yes, sweetie.” “Do you think Steve is the man for me?” “If I was not sure that he was the one, I would not have clipped the veil on your head.” I smiled, and nodded at her. ***** “Do you, Mr Henderson, take Miss Heather to be your rightful wife, in good and bad, fitness and obesity and in sadness and happiness?” Steve looked at me one more time, tears at the corners of his eyes and his mouth opened out. “I do.” The mediator turned to me and asked the same question. “Do you, Miss Heather, take Me Henderson to be your beloved husband? To love and support him all through his life and till death do both of you apart?” This was it. The question that would either make or mare me. I have longed for the day I would finally answer this question, clearing all doubts and entertaining all that came with marriage. “I-I do.” I agreed to spend my life with the man of my dreams, Steve Henderson. “I now pronounce you Mr and Mrs Henderson. You may now kiss the bride.” We moved closer to each other and I whispered a little tone of “I love you,” but he did not reply. He closed his eyes and pushed my face closer to his, submitting me to a very short and deep kiss. ****** Exactly one week since i got married, and it felt like I was single in the relationship. Steve was never at home, always went to work before the sun rose and came back after midnight, when I was asleep. “Maybe he is working so hard to sponsor the dream honeymoon we always talked about while we were dating.” I gaslighted into thinking that he was doing all this to please me and making the marriage work, but it still was not making sense. He was the chief executive officer of his company, so he called the shots. There was no need for him to be punctual, he was the one who made the rules, and he could as well bend them. “ Are you awake by this time?” He was shocked to see me standing in the hallway, my arms were crossed through my chest and I stared at him pitifully. “I barely see you these days. It feels like you are a ghost in your own home.” I moved closer to him, grabbing the neck of his shirt and using his tie to close the gap between us. “We have not even made love since we got married.” He looked at my face and my lips, saying nothing. I tied my head to kiss him, and he pushed me back. “I am not in the mood for intimacy now, Heather. Maybe next time.” My mouth went sour and my body sore. I felt like I had been stabbed by a knife. “Next time??? You scarcely have time for me these days.” I humphed at him. “I am sorry, I have just been really busy at work and trying to arrange so many things.” “Oh really? While we were dating, you had time for me even while you were working and going for intercontinental meetings.” “Now it is different. I will make it up to you, I promise.” He was already walking out on me, withdrawing from the conversation. “Are we going to the Maldives for our honeymoon?” He facepalmed himself and bowed his head down. “There would be no honeymoon.” “What? We have been looking forward to it since we started dating and-“ Tears formed in my eyes and I fell to the floor, letting them run down. “Look, I cannot condone this right now. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow morning and I will be leaving early. Get up and go to bed. You also have work tomorrow. Goodnight.” He walked away. No remorse, no empathy. I unlocked a new fear; Fear of my husband unloving me after marriage.