Luna's Payback: Claiming My Fate!

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“What did you say? You're married?” If the situation weren't so serious, Veronica might have laughed at his reaction. His face was full of shock.

“Yes, I’m married. Is that so surprising?”

“Well, you definitely look so young. I never imagined you were already married. But what really shocked me was what you just said. Your husband did this to you?” His face was filled with disbelief.

“I’m 28 years old, Javier. I know a lot of people say I look like a teenager,” she replied. “And yes, my husband is the one who did this to me.”

Javier seemed even more interested in her story. “I get it, married couples can have fights. I’m not saying it’s normal, but hey, that’s not new. But for him to plan to kill you, that’s insane! Why would he f*****g do that?”

“There’s a deep reason behind everything, Javier. Why my husband and I ended up in that situation. A deep reason that led him to decide to kill me,” she said seriously.

“That’s ridiculous! I don’t think I could ever hit a woman!”

“Too bad, my husband doesn’t fall into that category,” she replied bitterly.

“Tell me the whole story, Veronica. I’m all ears.”

She closed her eyes. As much as she wanted to forget the past, it seemed impossible. That part of her life was a nightmare she could never escape, leaving a deep scar—one that marred her face.

"I married a demon," she began, "and because of that, I met even more demons."

Javier looked puzzled by her words but let her continue. "My husband and I went to the same university. We were schoolmates. We also lived in the same village. I grew up in a conservative and strict family, so all I knew back then was studying and staying at home. I wasn’t a popular girl in school, and no guy wanted to date me."

Javier listened intently as she continued. "So, I envied other girls, my classmates, because they had boyfriends. But I didn’t. No guy ever wanted to date me. I always felt left out. I was bullied a lot too. I can say I was awkward, with very few friends."

"That’s why I was so happy when, for the first time, a guy showed interest in me. He was popular among the college students. I didn’t really like him that much, but because I wanted to feel normal and I wanted the bullying to stop, I entertained him. And soon after, we got into a relationship. I believed back then that whoever was my first boyfriend would be my first and last. I didn’t love him right away; I worked on our relationship. Over time, I learned to love him."

She felt as though she was reliving those past events, the pain and bitterness of a love gone wrong resurfacing. "When we graduated from college, I was the first to find a job between the two of us. My husband's family wasn't well-off. In fact, they struggled financially. I was the one who gave him allowance money so he could eat while we were still in college. My boss liked my performance at work, so I got promoted. On the other hand, I helped my husband secure a job. I did everything I could to introduce him to the right people. After years of my support, he quickly climbed the corporate ladder. He started earning a high salary and had many opportunities. He became wealthy compared to the life of poverty they once knew."

Javier just watched her, showing no intention of interrupting her story. "However, I wasn't completely happy with my job. My passion and talent lay elsewhere. So, I resigned and left my husband at the company. I decided to open a book cafe shop. I could feel that he wasn't supportive of this, but I went ahead anyway. Then one day, he proposed to me."

Javier's eyes widened, and he seemed even more intrigued. "Of course, I said yes. I loved him, and we had been together for a long time. I think we were in a relationship for seven years when he proposed marriage. I believed that his love for me was genuine. Even though I knew his family didn't really like me because they preferred a wealthy, professional woman who would shower them with gifts, I still went ahead and married him."

"And that was the biggest mistake of my life—trusting that man, marrying him. I thought a home was supposed to bring peace and happiness. But why was it like this...? It was a nightmare for me. I felt like a prisoner trapped in a dark place. There wasn't a single day when my husband didn't make me feel like I wasn't the woman he dreamed of. Not a day went by that he didn't make me feel like I wasn't enough for him, that he deserved a woman better than me. Every day, I felt from him and his family that I was a huge mistake. Since they became wealthy, I was nothing but trash in their eyes," her hands trembled as she spoke.

She could never forget the life she had with her demonic husband. He never listened to her, never once treated her as a wife. To him, she was just a slave, with no salary and free s*x. He crushed her spirit thousands of times, her worth as a woman. She cursed herself repeatedly, wondering why she wasn't good enough for her husband.

She couldn't hold back the tears anymore; they fell one after another. The pain of that time in her life was overwhelming. Even if she wanted to stop the tears, they seemed to have a mind of their own, racing to escape her eyes.

"Veronica..." It seemed like Javier wanted to say something, but he held back and let her continue.

"He never treated me as a wife. They didn't even treat me like a human being. To them, I was worse than an animal. They turned me into a servant, a slave. I became their anger absorber. The only decisions that mattered in that house were my husband's because he was rich, and I was just a simple small business owner. They became so arrogant and proud when their social status rose. My husband is nothing but a gold-digger, a social climber, and a narcissist. He was an abusive husband. There wasn't a day he didn't abuse me mentally, emotionally, and verbally. He was a demon. He isolated me from my family and friends. He cut me off from everyone so I would feel completely alone."

She clenched her fist tightly, overwhelmed by the intense anger she felt. The pain she had endured was a deep wound, one that would never heal.

"I thought nothing could be worse than the daily suffering I went through. But one day, I was alone at home... well, I was always alone. He always left me to be with his family. That night, I felt something different, like someone was watching me... and it was true. An intruder had broken into the house. I was terrified because I thought it was a thief. I figured it must be a thief because there were so many valuable things in our home that he could steal."

She struggled to stay strong as she recounted her story. "The intruder wanted to kill me. And do you know what I found out?"

Javier swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on her. "W-What?"

"The intruder and the person who wanted to kill me was none other than my husband."