I was just 20 years old when my family arranged my marriage to the Grey family, the union nothing more than a business transaction in their eyes. Business—money—that was all that mattered to them. But despite the cold arrangement, a part of me was happy. After all, Christian Grey wasn't just anyone. He had been my crush since I was 13. I remember the countless nights I spent dreaming about a life with him, imagining us together. He was everything I thought I wanted—until I married him, and my dreams turned into a nightmare.
Christian never believed in me. From the moment we said our vows, he looked at me with suspicion, as though I was a gold digger or something, someone who married him for his wealth and status. I knew how successful he was; everyone did. By the age of 24, he was already the youngest billionaire in the country. His brilliance wasn't just a gift, it was a force. The kind of mind that people envied and admired. He was the man every woman wanted to marry. but none of this ever mattered to me, i married him for who he is. but my bad it was all a delusion. this man is a hypocrite! this man is the biggest scammer, the biggest liar and a fraud. the biggest ass! the biggest bastard.
But behind the allure and the success, Christian was cold, cruel even. He never missed an opportunity to put me down, to diminish me in front of others. Every dinner party, every business event, I was always the one shrinking under his sharp words, his belittling looks. Still, I tried to hold on, to make it work. I loved him—or at least, I loved the idea of him.
There's one night that stands out the most in my mind, the night when everything began to crumble. We were at the dinner table, eating in silence, the weight of unspoken tension thick between us. Out of nowhere, Christian sneered and said, "You only married me because you were jealous of Melissa." His voice was cold, accusation- the only thing that was detected in his statements.
My heart shattered in that moment. How could he think of me like that? why? How could he believe I married him because i was jealous of my stepsister? I wanted to scream, to defend myself, to tell him he was wrong. But before I could say anything, he cut me off, his eyes hard and unforgiving. "Don't pretend, Andria. I know everything about you."
No matter how much I tried to convince him otherwise, he was convinced I had somehow schemed my way into his life, driven by jealousy, by some twisted desire to outshine Melissa. I kept trying to prove myself, to show him I loved him, but it was never enough. He was blind to my love, deaf to my pleas.
And then, one day, the final blow came.
I walked into his room, the space that was supposed to be ours. And there they were—Christian and Melissa. Together. In our bed. " our " is i guess not the most suitable word here because christian and i never slept in one bed.
Something inside me broke that day, a part of me I could never get back. Everything I had ever believed, everything I had ever fought for, shattered in an instant. The man I loved, the man I had given everything to, had destroyed me.
And I knew, from that moment on, there was no going back.
and i was never the same
he killed the girl inside me who knew how to love, he killed the girl inside me who was soft, he killed the girl inside me who knew how to care. but now i am an empty shell and he's got everything. i can never forgive him, never fucking ever.