I grew up in an ideal environment. For me, everything was a fairytale. Loving parents, amazing sister... Awesome best friend, perfect marks. This is how I was groomed into. I never thought, what I was taught was wrong... Absolutely wrong. Opposite to reality.

The way my husband treats me is highly unacceptable. I would never forgive myself if Cherish has to live a life like mine... Neither I want Jamie to think it is fine to humiliate your other half.

My intention of any peace deal with my husband flew out of the window when he pushed me to the floor to kneel. He unzipped his and took my hand forcefully and made me touch his warm members... Aroused member. He didn't try to hide the fact he was with another woman, who is his mistress number 2. She was here before me. He must have been involved with her before I arrived.

"Suck me." He demanded.

"I don't want to do it." I could feel my strength leaving me. I simply want to flee from the cabin and run to Jamie. Talking to James Carter in private is dangerous. If in future, I have to meet him then, I would choose a public place.

Before the divorce is finalized, He needs to know that I already gave him his Malcolm. The deal is done, and I need respect from him, for giving them Malcolm.

The forest green eyes turned red and James caught the bunch of my hair and pushed himself inside my mouth.

I gagged.

This is disgusting.

James does this every time. The first time when he did I was pregnant with our 2nd baby. He didn't get what he wanted, I refused to do it. So, he pushed me from the stairs and I lost our child.

Unfortunately, Cherish witnessed this. Since then, she was scared of her father till she saw him getting intimately involved with his assistant, in the same cabin. My daughter was traumatized.

"Suck it." James roared.

I flinched and tried to push him.

"Fine." He let me go and started to work on his next move.

He forcefully tossed me on the floor and removed the hem of my knee-length dress. I wept and protested by struggled. But my husband is a determined man, He didn't give up.

He managed to push his finger inside my underwear and this was it. I couldn't run. I gave up.

"I will do..." I sobbed. "I don't know, how to do it."

Smirking, James didn't let me sit and climbed on top of me. I understood what he was doing. I laid down on the floor with closed eyes while he forcefully entered into my mouth.

When he started to move in and out of my mouth, I almost threw up but managed to control when he Growled.

As soon as he was done, I sat and emptied my stomach. I vomited while crying. This is too much.

James Carter is not worth any try, but I am stuck with the lie that Mother told me, he would love you once you give him, a family.

As a child, James was my crush. I never told anybody, but I was a fan of James Carter. I loved his dedication, his passion for his dream, for his basketball, for his team. Unfortunately, I never met that man who was in love with his wife and has a son. He loved his family. He was an ideal man.

"When you disturb me, you will be punished." He mocked me.

The heat of embarrassment extended over my cheek, from my cheeks to my chest. I feel dirty, humiliated, offended and most important, disgusted. He never respected me, at least, he should respect the mother of his children.

I didn't dare to look at him and got up, wiped my mouth and dusted my dress, before walking out of the cabin.

My subconscious mind screams this is wrong, stop this divorce, to run back to him to tell him about James Carter Jr, but humiliation forced me to continue my walk out of the building. My walk of shame.

I could feel the eyes of the staff. Like, they knew what happened inside... Like they knew me. The unwanted, unrequited wife.

"Anna?" Daniel rushed towards me when he saw me.

I looked in grey old eyes... Coated with concern. He is older than my Father. He cares for me, he loves me... and my son.

Daniel helped me to settle in the car and held me like I was his life.

"He was never like this." When Daniel let out these words, I break into tears. I cried like I haven't cried in years. The last cry of my agony was when I saw my parents with Amy.

Amy left, and she was back, and my family forget me. They moved away, leaving me to the abuser.

I have no one. I can't go to anyone even if I leave this suffocating marriage. But before all these, I am haunted by my upbringing...

Marriage is a sacred institution.

Marriage is a commitment till death do us apart.

I asked Daniel to leave me to the nearest shop near the house. I wanted to walk.

Taking my precious time, I brought a toothbrush, but I don't know why I loved seeing the road. I stood for a good time and watched people moving, rushing to reach their destination.

How lucky of them!

These people have something in their life. But I have nothing. I force myself to eat so that I could produce milk for Jamie....yes, I still breastfeed my boy whenever he asks.

"The money you paid is well-used." I heard the familiar voice.

Looking at the owner of the voice, I frowned. His presence is confusing. I was attacked by series of questions, mentally.

Why did he stop?

"I mean your tax money.... pointing at the road, "the road is fabulous." He chuckled.

"Do you need something?" When I asked, his expression changed. Even he was able to recognize the pain in my voice.

"Yes... The smile that I witnessed when we met first time."

I forced a smile. I guess, he likes my dimple. Everybody does except my husband.

"You don't have to do something you don't want to do."

"You mean I am free?" I asked.

He nodded and offered me the bouquet of gladiolus flowers which resembles Strength of character and honour.

I looked at the other side of the road when the poster of my husband was displayed along with his business partner, Nicolas Sullivan.

"Do you need help?" Theo asked.

"Maybe."

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