My Husband & My Ex

Chapter 1

Life is filled with the unexpected, with no knowledge of what is in stored for you. Whether there will be betrayal, love, hate, pain, trust, disappointments. Most of the times it's  caused from the people closest to you.

Being catholic we go to church every Sunday with my whole family. My family believes in traditions, there expectation's from me is to get married to a catholic man. Also to stay pure for my future husband, I had no problem in that also because I believed it was treasure only shared with ones husband.  I was taught not to bring shame to my family in any kind of way.

What most people would say, I'm naïve, obedient, cheerful person who loves to laugh. Who obeys and respects her parents. I have so much to learn and look forward in life. But problem was I have been closed out from the world, I don't know how it really works. From how gullible I am I expect everyone's intentions towards each other to be authentic and to bring no suffering. 

Growing up with never having social media, or friends. The only friends I have is my younger brother James, my cousins, or my parents friends kids. Having a boyfriend was out of the question. The only thing exciting was I had my drivers license, just so I would drive my brother and I to school and back.

When I reached the age of eighteen, marriage was soon expected from me. After high school I didn't persuade in a career because for my parents there was no point in having a career. Being a housewife was only in my future like most women in our community.

One night after dinner my father requested to speak with me in private. My relationship with my father isn't the typical father daughter connection. We just speak to one another only if there is something to be addressed. 

 My father and I headed upstairs and into my bedroom. Walking in first I went straight to the edge of my bed and sat. My father followed behind with a tense face. He started pacing back and forth in front of my bed, with his arms crossed over his chest. My eyes followed him, waiting for him to talk. When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was filled in enjoyment. 

"Olivia, You know I love you even though I never say the words? Anyone can  say those words, and not everyone can be genuine about it. Its the actions that count. And all I want is what's best for you." He sounded sincere, I nodded giving him a smirk, feeling nervous of what's to surface.

"Well ah.. There is a new suitor for you and I want you to accept."

"But I'm not ready to get married, I'm only 19." assuring him, and giving him a chuckled.

"Your mother was a year younger than you when we got married. Also you never know if you will ever have another suitor like this one. He is very handsome, polite, respectful, honest, trust worthy, and his from our catholic community." 

"I don't know? Who is he?" feeling indecisive.

He stop pacing and was standing in front of me. With his head held high, a grin from ear to ear on his face. I haven't seen him this delighted in a long time. "His name is Noah Davis, he works for me at my company. You have seen him a couple times and ...." I cut him off.

"No..No way never" I raised my voice slightly, shaking my head, feeling tense. Processing, how I don't know this guy very well. What I only know, he has been working at my fathers business for maybe a year now and he trusts him already. 

 He comes with no money and that isn't the problem. My parents had nothing to start with when they got married they built there self ground up. If I married someone without money that I love I would be able to do the same. How do you go from living in a family with money and to go marry someone you don't love without money? Since I was a child I only wished to marry someone I love. No thanks I will pass.

"No what?" his voice got bitter. His eyes becoming aggressive.

"I do not accept." lowering my head and voice, terrified from his hard gaze, looking down.

"You sure are going to accept, because I already said yes to him." Both his hands were forming into fists. His face had turned red with anger.

"No I'm not marrying him, I don't even know him, you barely know him." I shouted with anger piling up, feeling betrayed. I have hardly raised my voice at my father because he was terrifying.

He got closer, looking at me straight in the eyes. "Well I'm sorry to inform you but your not that pretty. He is a handsome man, tall about 6 feet, blue eyes, light skin, blonde hair. If you marry him maybe you have a chance on having beautiful kids. Your lucky he even looked your way. I can't believe your the one that isn't accepting him." 

Looking at my father in shock, with tears forming in my eyes, faster than I wanted them to. My heart feeling so heavy.  How can my own father say this to me? 

I don't see myself as gorgeous, but I thought I was dissent. Yeah I am petite, 5"2, brown big eyes with long lashes, brown thick long hair. I have had guys come up to me telling me I was beautiful and I have had other suitors for marriage, Noah wasn't the first.

He can see my defeated face. He continued with his voice still filled with anger. Raising his hands in the air. "Who do you think will marry you? Ha.." after a brief pause "Do you want to marry someone who will cheat on you? Or worry every night where he is? You better not be thinking of that cheat Elijah still. Because that's not going to happen as long as I live. Like I said earlier, anyone can tell you they love you, but its the actions that matter, where is he now."

With my head bent down, tears that I had no control over anymore fell down my cheeks. Wounded like he just pierced my heart with a knife.   Why did he have so much hatred towards me? What have I done to him to deserve these hurtful words? Did he not love me? 

Sitting there with my hands in my hair, I was not capable of speaking. How could I even respond? Nor was I even able to look at him. I wanted him to leave my room and be left alone. 

"You are marrying Noah and that is final. He and his family will be joining us for dinner tomorrow night. Make sure you look presentable. You better have a smile on your face, and don't you disrespect me or our guest."

I didn't respond, I was lost in my own thoughts trying to register what was happening. I heard my bedroom door shoot loud, pulling me back to reality. I turn to my bed and buried my face in my comforter. Crying my eyes out. 

My father hurt me so much. He didn't care at all for my feelings. He didn't even ask for my opinion. How can he even give me away to someone he barely knew? 

The worst feeling in the world is being hurt by someone you love. 

I thought daughters were there fathers princess. Aren't fathers suppose to not want to give there daughters away. A father who protects his daughter. A father for a daughter that could go and talk to. Or is there no such relationship like that, is it all made up from movies and books.