The Maltreated Heiress

CHAPTER FOUR

“You were lucky.” I exhaled, the air leaving my lungs forcefully. One nod that was all I gave the doctor as he examined my eyes and mouth. This wasn’t me I usually fought back but married to the man of your dreams has a way of changing you.

My gaze drew up very slowly, a strange mix of wariness and embarrassment washing over me. I had explained to the doctor how I sustained my injuries . The elderly man just looked at me with pity.

“You shouldn’t stay where you’re not welcomed, your life is much more important than saving a marriage”. He said while stitching my wounds.

I knew deep down that I shouldn’t be enduring such pain all in the name of saving my marriage and calling the cops on my husband is something I wouldn’t do. Oliver has a lot of connections and I’ll be a laughing stock in the neighborhoods.

“ Thank you” I replied, not willing to take any of his advice.

“You’re delusional if you think you can stop him from maltreating you , I know from experience”.

His words triggered a button in me , like my skin was cut open with a sharp object. It struck my mind and I knew it was true , my marriage was gone, it was only a matter of time before it all ended.

I probably was a little delusional, but it didn’t change the fact that I love my husband and wanted my marriage to work.I needed Oliver to love and respect me. Maybe believing that Oliver was going to turn a new leaf and accept me back from a little delusional .

But accepting that my marriage was gone and I can’t save it? That’s straight-up insanity

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Week in and week out, after Oliver had beaten me up and told me

“You lost your right to our matrimonial room”.

Everything had been going peacefully, on my part I always avoid Oliver and his family, Infact we cook separately and don’t use the living room at the same time . It was like I was denied access to stuffs in my matrimonial home. My husband and his family had taken over everything and I was the least in the pecking order of things in the house.

“ Good morning, Celine”. Oliver’s voice sounded at the door, I could tell trouble had begin again because for some weeks we’ve not exchanged a word and he has never come to my door to talk to me.

The man I considered my husband has stood at the doorstep with a bag of dirty clothes. Instantly I knew what he wanted.

“ Good morning Oliver”, I replied gently , standing a few meters away from him.

“I need you to do my laundry , I’m out of clean clothes”. He said dropping the bag on the ground.

“ Why can’t you give it to your sister, at least I’m the least important person in this house”. I replied, my face void of any expression.

“ Yes you’re right , and that’s why you’re doing our laundries”. He raised his hands up in a bid to warn me.

“ Get it done”. And he turned away from me.

If I believed that my marriage could be saved , only a miracle could make that happen. It is so obvious that my presence disgust Oliver and I don’t matter to him, not anymore.

I’ve always thought my marriage would be so good and perfect, we started perfectly but a marriage without a child has its problems.

Oliver never raised the issue of adopting a baby and personally I’d want to have my baby since the doctors confirmed that I was fertile and wasn’t the problem.

I didn’t want to get into his bad side so I did as I was told. I finished washing the clothes and air dried, ironed and perfectly arranged it for him.

Evening came and Oliver was back from work , this time in the company of the lady he had brought home previously.

Seeing them my lips parted with a curse word that made me feel better after saying it, I still love Oliver infact I still sends him messages telling him I’m sorry and he should take me back as his wife.

He never responds to them and never reacted like he saw any of my messages which makes me wonder if he still has my number saved on his phone.

“Oh you got my laundry done?”, Oliver asked has I handed over the bag to him.

“ You can join us in the living room, I’m in a good mood”. He said smiling sheepishly.

“ No I’m perfectly fine here”, I tried to walk away from him, he pulled me back with his eyes staring down at me.

“ I want you in the living room now”. This time the smile has drained from his face.

“ Okay”, I stared at him with wide eyes and yanked my arms free from his grip.

His family members and the lady were already seated when I arrived , it was more of a family meeting and it been weeks since I’ve been around anyone of them. I felt my knees slamming against each other as I seated on the sofa. Oliver rose and spoke.

“ I gathered everyone here because I’d like to announce my new fiancée and we will be getting married in a few weeks time”.

My ears were ringing and burning, I couldn’t believe what I just heard, Oliver bringing in a new woman while I’m here, tears gathered around my eyes, not of joy but sadness. My heart was heavy and I cried shamelessly in front of everyone.

Never in my life did I think Oliver would humiliate me like this . There’s no going back for him, he was done with me and he discarded me in such a ridiculous manner.