I was just eighteen, newly graduated from secondary school, when he came to marry me. I had seen most of my friends get married early, and I wanted to be like them.
So when he came to marry me, and given he had excess money, even my mother wanted to have a son-in-law like him who would wipe away our poverty.
The first day he came, he drove in with a brand new Lexus. When he stated his purpose of coming to marry me, my mother took me into the room and asked me to accept, while the man was speaking with my father.
I knew my marriage wasn't supposed to be like that because my friends at least knew the man they married for some time before the actual marriage.
But I was also excited about being called a Mrs., the latest wife to a rich man. Although he was fourteen years older than I was, I believed age is just a number. I believed I could grow with him and learn to love him.
My mother told me she didn't actually court or date my father; the attraction came spontaneously, and they married immediately. And seeing they always lived in peace despite our financial constraints, I convinced myself courtship doesn't really need to happen, we just need to get married.
He started the marriage rites immediately and completed them. After marriage, we moved out of the state to start our new home.
He was kind and sweet for the first two weeks, and during this time, my mother kept calling to ask how my new family was moving.
By the third week, he told me we needed to go somewhere together. When I asked where, he told me it was to enjoy our new marriage before our children start to come.
He got me new dresses and shoes and even got someone to dress me up. It was like we were going for a photoshoot or a party, given the way I was dressed.
But by the time we stepped into a mansion, I realized this wasn't what it seemed. It looked like a club, and when I asked what we were doing in a club, he ignored me.
Next thing, I was following him to a room, and then he was talking with a man while I stood far behind him. Before I could ask another question—being so uncomfortable with how he was behaving and even with the environment—he asked me to wait for him in the room and would return later.
I asked where he was going, and he snapped at me and asked if I was a baby who couldn't wait three minutes for him. I swallowed hard and sat down to wait for him, and for the next one hour, my husband did not return.
When I stood up to go out and look for him, I heard a harsh voice say, "Where are you going to?! Sit back there!"
The man he had been talking to warned me to sit back, and when I tried to protest, I was pulled into a room, and the door was shut.
To be continued.
The bride,his business
Episode 1
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