Seven years ago, everything was perfect.
I graduated college at the age of twenty-two with a bachelor's degree in entrepreneurship. I went from running an infant business to inheriting my family's legacy after my parents' retirement.
I was young, successful, pretty, and ambitious. Most of all, I was married to the love of my life— Anthony Hamilton— the man every woman wanted.
I was living the dream. It was my happily ever after, my perfect life. Alas! Nothing good lasts forever.
My oh-so-perfect life wasn't perfect anymore….
A few months after marrying Anthony, both my parents passed. I was devastated and mournful. The man I thought loved me exploited my vulnerability, suggesting I become a full-time housewife.
As stupid as I was, I found sense in his reasons. His lies were sugarcoated to hide me from his true intentions, forcing me to drown deeper in my delusions of a perfect life.
Anthony was indeed perfect. His facial features and body physique were god-like— bedhead brown hair, caramel eyes that sparkled, toned body, a satisfying member. He had a caring heart, he was always tender and kind to me.
I loved him. Makes me wish I had realized sooner.
Anyway, the sudden change forced me to give the company's affairs to my younger sister, Leira. I chose to focus on my marriage and my growing family— a decision that still haunts me.
Then, all of a sudden, Anthony changed.
He began to abuse me— verbally, physically, and sexually. Even for the slightest of mistakes, I'd find myself crying to sleep with my body aching from pain.
Begging and crying became an order of the day for me, and the only person I could confide in was Leira, but she only grew less and less concerned. And at some point, I began to notice her detestation towards me.
Anthony's hate was even more obvious.
No doubt he was cheating. But I was too blinded by my 'happily ever after' I chose to see it all as a phase for married couples. I decided to reignite our love with a baby.
Of course, Anthony refused. Regardless, I poked holes in our condoms. I was desperate for a baby— I wish I wasn't
Getting pregnant only made things worse. Despite my condition, Anthony's abuse didn't stop. He accused me of carrying another man's child and used it as an excuse for divorce.
Scared, I confronted him, only to hear him confess that he never loved me. He only had eyes for Leira, but at the time she had not as much as a penny to her name.
I was a fool. The pieces began to trace themselves, making me realize that my perfect life was an illusion. Leira never cared, and Anthony never cared. They just wanted the family's profit.
I was thin to the bone, pregnant, alone, and scared.
Taking the money and kicking me out wasn't the only thing they had planned. Leira wanted me erased from the face of the earth for a reason I still don't know.
They hired people to assassinate me, but thanks to the heavens, that night, I fell into the water. I was six months pregnant about to drown and die a pathetic death.
I still remember how it felt. The cold, subtle waves brushing against my skin. The water was soothing against my bruises. I couldn't swim, I couldn't even struggle.
I found myself succumbing to death inadvertently.
A stranger saved me. Took me to a hospital and paid my bills. I never knew who he was, he disappeared just as he had appeared.
I found myself in NewHaven City, still in Germany, but far away from my past. I knew it was time to start anew.
It took me six years but I finally found peace again, with my son Anderson by my side.