“My dear Serena, never sit under a tree waiting for apples to fall,” she said, as she gently held my face.
The next morning, Cain returned. He went to mother’s study and had a long talk with her. It lasted until late afternoon.
The next thing I knew, I was told that our marriage was happening in a month.
Prior to our marriage, Cain was the epitome of charm, as if it was me whom he was genuinely smitten with.
Mother gave in to her illness right after we were married.
In her will, she explicitly mentioned that her funeral must last only a day. Obeying her wishes, she was buried the next day.
My husband, going a full 180 on me, ignored my request for mourning and went on with the honeymoon.
It was a nightmare of sorts.
I ended up not only with a ripped nightdress, but with a broken lower lip as well.
Cain claimed my innocence in a very callous way. He left finger marks on my breasts, bite marks on my nipples, bruises on my thighs. My nether region felt ripped and I had a hard time moving the next day.
Right after his release, he stood up and left. I haven't heard from him since.