RISING EX WIFE Love Me Again Mrs Graves (Eva and Max) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Eva’s Point of View

I woke up in darkness, my body aching, my vagina sore. The bed beneath me was cold, just like the man who once lay beside me. I reach out to the other side of the bed, but Max was no longer there, I wondered if he had sneaked out of the room without me noticing.

My gown was torned, shreds of my cloth was scattered across the floor like the little dignity that i had left, I was broken, violated, and utterly alone. I was disgusted with myself.

Max’s assault wasn’t just physical, it was emotional , it destroyed everything that i have ever believed, it destroyed my dignity, my sanity. It is gradually making me insane. I pull the sheets tightly around my body, my body trembling, not from the cold, but from the horror of what’s just happened. His cruel words still ranged in my mind, “Aren’t you a slut? Better to be treated like one.”

I clench my eyes shut, wishing I could make it all go away. My entire life, I’ve been the obedient daughter, the quiet one, the girl who did as she was told, hoping that somehow doing the right thing would lead to happiness. But there’s no happiness here, only sorrow. There’s no love, only hate. Max’s hatred for me is visible and frightening, flowing into every corner of this room, of this marriage.

A sob rises in my throat, but I swallow it down. No. I won’t cry. Not now. Not here. He doesn’t get that satisfaction. I refuse to let him see how deeply he’s hurt me. I won’t give him the power to break me any more than he already has. But deep down, I know something that can't be fixed has been torned, something that i can't get back has been taken away from me.

I slowly sit up, biting back the pain that flows through my body. My hands tremble as I touch the bruises already forming on my arms, my thighs. Each mark is a reminder that I don’t belong here. That I never should have belonged here.

It's a reminder that i lost my virginity in the most cruelest way ever.

His side of the bed is rumpled, and I notice his clothes are gone, leaving behind only the faint scent of whiskey. He must have gotten up before me, abandoning me to deal with the aftermath of his violence alone.

I force myself to move, though every part of me protests. Quietly, I slip off the bed, my legs weak and unsteady. My fingers brush against my torn gown, and I let it fall from my grasp. I don’t care anymore. The gown, the wedding, this entire nightmare, it’s all meaningless now.

If only my mom was alive i won't be forced into this sham called marriage, if only she was alive i would have the best life ever.

I walk over to the window, the empty garden below. It feels like a cage, just like this marriage. Just like my life. I press my hand to the cold glass, wishing I could break it into pieces, wishing I could escape. For years, I believed in fairy tales. I believed that one day, a man would sweep me off my feet and love me for who I am. But there are no fairy tales in real life. No prince. Only monsters.

Max is a monster.

The door to the room creaks open, and for a moment, I freeze, terrified he has come back to continue what he started last night. But when I turn, I see no one. Just the empty hall way, calling me to leave, to run. But where would I go? This is my prison now, my life. No matter how much I want to escape, I’m bound to this place. To him forever.

I close my eyes, breathing in the cool air from the window. It’s not fair. None of this is fair. But I have to endure.