Pain on Wedding day

~Helen's POV~

"Please, Jonah, I'm begging you! Stop this, please! You're hurting me!" I pleaded through tears, lying on the ground as my husband continued to assault me mercilessly.

"Shut your mouth, you disgusting whore!" He yelled in response, delivering a brutalizing kick to my stomach, causing me to scream in agonizing pain.

"Jonah, please, I'm begging you! Stop this madness!" I implored tearfully, feeling immense pain from his assault.

"I said shut up, golddigger!" Jonah yelled, delivering an ear-splitting slap. The impact of the slap caused my lips to bleed, and I felt my head spinning.

Jonah and I had just gotten married an hour ago, and he had been assaulting me since we left the wedding venue. He was my childhood sweetheart, and we loved each other deeply. We grew up together, sharing countless experiences. We even attended the same university and both our families anticipated our eventual marriage.

Before we got married, I considered myself fortunate to have a man like Jonah. He was sweet, charming, handsome, kind-hearted, and loving. He gave me a lot of attention, and I felt like the luckiest woman on earth to have him as my partner.

We had been planning our wedding since graduating from the university last year. Our love was so strong that we couldn't wait to live together. We got engaged six months after graduation, and today, which was six months after our engagement, we tied the knot.

However, the man currently assaulting me was not the same Jonah I once knew. He was the complete opposite. We rarely argued, always resolving our issues easily. Jonah used to smile at me, but now he glared at me as if I had stolen something valuable from him.

The way he was beating me mercilessly was as if I was a stranger to him. I couldn't comprehend why he was assaulting me on our wedding day; the day which was supposed to be the happiest days of our lives.

It all started after the wedding when, after taking wedding pictures, my twin sister, Jenna, approached us. She insisted on speaking to Jonah privately, but I didn't want Jonah to leave because we were still taking pictures with our families. Jonah promised he wouldn't take much time, then he excused himself, and he and Jenna went off together while I continued with the photographs.

Almost thirty minutes later, Jonah hadn't returned. Worried, I went to find him, discovering him talking with Jenna in a quiet, deserted corner. Although I couldn't hear their conversation, I observed Jenna showing Jonah something on her phone. I had no idea what she showed him, but Jonah's displeased expression indicated it wasn't pleasant.

Unaware of my presence, Jonah and Jenna focused on the phone, seemingly watching a video. I was curious to know what they were watching and why Jonah appeared so upset as he viewed it.

But I felt guilty as I watched them secretly. It seemed like I was intruding on their private conversation, so I decided to leave and wait outside for Jonah, hoping we could head home and discuss whatever had transpired.

After a few minutes of anxious waiting, Jonah finally returned. However, his face bore an angry expression that immediately sent shivers down my spine. My twin sister, Jenna, trailed behind him, and I couldn't ignore the sly smirk on her face.

"Jonah, what happened? Why do you look so upset?" I questioned, my concern evident in my voice.

He shot me a disdainful look and muttered, "None of your business, Helen."

Jenna continued smirking, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. I knew something was wrong but I couldn't point out what exactly was wrong.

As we left the wedding venue, an uneasy silence enveloped the car. I tried to engage Jonah in conversation, but he remained tight-lipped. Jenna, on the other hand, had followed my parents home while Jonah and I headed to his mansion.

Jonah's silence made me worried and uncomfortable. He was rarely quiet whenever we were together. He was just gazing out the window with that same angry expression on his face.

Halfway through the journey, Jonah suddenly told the driver to stop the car which the driver did. Then he gave the driver some cash and told him to go home.

I was confused and I wondered why he told the driver to leave. After the driver stepped out of the car and left, Jonah told me to also get down from the car. His tone was icy and his expression was deadly. That'd be the first time I'd be seeing him in such state.

I nervously got down from the car and he also got down from the car. Before I could ask him what was going on, he slapped me really hard and started beating me up.

He didn't even give me the chance to speak as he continued with his assault. The environment was very quiet, and there was no one around there to help me. That was how I ended up in this pitiful situation.

"Please, Jonah! I'm begging you in the name of God! Stop this!" I begged helplessly as the pain was getting too much for me to endure.

The assault continued mercilessly, and my pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. Each moment felt like an eternity as Jonah, the man I had just pledged my life to, unleashed his anger with a brutality I had never witnessed before.

"Jonah, I'm begging you in the name of God! Stop this!" I cried out helplessly, the pain becoming unbearable. His icy demeanor and deadly expression persisted, shrouding any semblance of the man I thought I knew.

As the assault intensified, a flood of confusion and fear overwhelmed me. Why was he doing this? What had transpired during his private conversation with Jenna ? The questions remained unanswered as I grappled with the physical and emotional torment inflicted upon me.

Through the pain, I mustered the courage to speak, "Jonah, please, talk to me! What did I do? We can figure this out together. Please just stop this."

"I said shut your disgusting mouth you godforsaken bitch! You're a betrayer, and I regret the day I met you! I regret the day I said I love you! I regret the day fell in love with you!" He spat, and my heart shattered instantly.

His words caused me to shed the tears I had been holding back every since he's been assaulting me. I found it hard to believe my ears at that moment. I couldn't believe he was the one saying those words to me.

"Jonah, please, just stop this and let's talk talk this out like we've always done." I pleaded, hoping he'd calm down and listen to me.

However, my words only seemed to fuel his rage. He continued the assault, a storm of violence and aggression that left me feeling broken and betrayed. The man who was once my source of love and security had become an assailant, and the foundation of trust we had built shattered with each blow.

In the darkness of that moment, I realized the gravity of the situation. I needed help, but the man who was supposed to be my partner had become my assailant. As the assault persisted, I clung to the hope that somehow, this nightmare would come to an end, and I would find a way to escape the torment that now defined my new marriage.