She was overjoyed when she saw her baby bump. After years of being told she was barren, she finally proved them wrong. But her happiness was short-lived. She discovered a shocking truth: her husband had a vasectomy. He lied to her and betrayed her trust. She decided to end their contract marriage and start a new life. But fate had other plans. She learned another shocking truth: her father didn’t want her to have a child because of a mysterious family disease. Now she is caught in a web of lies, secrets, and delusions. How will she escape? How will she protect her child? How will she claim her power? Find out in DELUSIONAL JANE, a thrilling story of a woman’s quest for love and justice. Exclusively on GoodNovel.
View More"And I now pronounce you, man and wife," echoed the priest's voice in my head as I gazed at the shattered pieces of the glassware my husband had used to frame our wedding picture.
It was the same glassware he picked up and shattered, as if it were nothing. One would think something so valuable should be treasured. But not in my case. I had considered myself a fortune, a prize, but it was all a delusional illusion. Was all this for a man who would never love me? I couldn't help but wonder. "Now that we are married, we can finally divide our shares and part ways as if we never met," he had said those exact words to me on our wedding night. I was dumbstruck, but I held onto a glimmer of hope. Winning his love was no easy task. He had already made up his mind that he would never fall in love or get married. Yet, there I was, entangled in my own web of delusions, trying to make him love me. "Men can only change when they want to change," my sister's warning echoed in my mind as if it were yesterday. "But I'll make him see that I'm worthy of his change," I had replied to my sister's caution. "How could I have let myself down like this?" I asked myself, snapping back to reality. The reality that I had been deceiving myself all these years, yet a glimmer of hope still lingered in my heart. I hoped that it would all go away, that it would come to an end. Yes, another round of my delusional thoughts. "Rick, no, please," I pleaded with my husband on my knees as he practically dragged me towards the exit of the house. "I'm sorry, I won't bring it up again," I pleaded through tears. You may be wondering what it was that I promised not to mention again, which made my husband destroy a frame worth a fortune. He had packed his small travel bag, preparing to stay away for days. Again. It had become his habit to leave whenever we had a minor argument. He was always searching for reasons to escape from me, no matter how trivial. I was always careful not to say anything that would anger him, but that afternoon was a different situation altogether. ................... "I just want a baby!" I yelled after Rick dismissed me when I mentioned having a child. "How many times do I have to tell you..." "You've told me plenty of things, countless times, but what you haven't told me is that you don't want me to have a child!" "You've called me barren, you've acted frustrated every time I get my period, but you've never supported me in finding a solution to our childlessness." "I'm simply asking you to come with me to the doctor!" I said, the pain evident in my voice. I was surprised at the courage I had mustered to say all that. I had always been submissive to my husband, never raising my voice in an effort to please him and make him love me. I believed that his ideal woman was one who submitted, yet he grew angry at my mere existence. "I will do no such thing! I am a man, the man of this house, and whatever I say goes," he snapped, stomping his feet on the ground. "It's just a harmless test!" I argued, and in his rage, he grabbed the wedding frame and hurled it to the ground, shattering it into pieces. "Enough!" he thundered. "When we entered into this marriage, didn't you understand that it was merely a contract? That you have no right to propose anything or even speak to me until our contract is over?" He approached me, and with each step he took, I involuntarily moved two inches back. I was terrified of that man. "I understood, but..." I tried to complete my sentence, then I saw a flower vase hurtling towards me, and I quickly ducked. Did he just throw a vase at me, intending to hit me? Wasn't that supposed to be the last straw? I should have drawn the line, but I didn't. Instead, I fell to the floor, collecting the broken pieces of the glass frame, tears streaming down my face, clinging to false hopes. Meanwhile, he rushed into his bedroom, packing his clothes to spend the weekend with one of his mistresses. I frantically looked around, desperately searching for my phone, but it was nowhere to be found. I dashed into our bedroom, or what was supposed to be our matrimonial bedroom. However, it had transformed into a sanctuary for his special mistresses. "Special" mistresses, as he had thousands, but only those closest to his heart were allowed access to our sacred space. "You shouldn't be upset. After all, it's not a real marriage," I recalled him saying those exact words to me. It was the day I mustered the courage to voice my concerns to my husband. "No, Rick, you have no right!" I snapped at him when he asked me to move my belongings from our matrimonial bedroom to the guest room downstairs. The thought of being separated from him was unbearable. How could I ever get closer to my goal of making him love me if I was pushed away? I pondered, although deep down, I knew the answer. "Jane, don't make me regret the contract that made you my wife. I can't breathe when you're around. I need my space!" I remembered his words, delivered with an unsettling calmness. It was a cruel thing to say, yet he effortlessly and calmly uttered those hurtful phrases. Did I protest against leaving the bedroom? Of course, I did. However, the resounding slap he delivered, accompanied by the terrifying warnings never to question him again, were enough to make me comply. "Get yourself and your filthy belongings out of my room," his voice echoed in my mind as if it were yesterday. Yet, I continued to deceive myself with the twisted illusion that these were just his outbursts of anger—an illusion, as my sister would put it. My entire family believed I had lost my mind. "Sweetheart, do you need a doctor? I can call one right away," my mother's voice echoed in my head, reminding me of the concern in her eyes as she held my head, searching for any signs of injury. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she was having a heart attack the moment she discovered that my marriage to Rick was merely a contract. "Ayyiii! Jane! What have you done?!" Her cries reverberated in my mind, and hot tears streamed down my face. I stared intently at my matrimonial bed, as if my gaze could make it vanish completely. But it remained, a constant reminder of my shattered illusions. Just another one of my delusional thoughts. "I've always wanted you to marry someone you love, someone who loves you back! Get out of that prison you call a marriage!" My mother's voice echoed in my mind, and I recalled my stubborn and defiant self, refusing to leave even with the visible bruise on my cheekbone caused by Rick's slap, a bruise my mother couldn't ignore. My phone rang loudly, jolting me back to reality. I followed the sound, and there it was, tucked away in his drawer, dancing to the buzzing vibration. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw that it was Rick. Did he forget that he had confiscated my phone and locked it away? I watched as the phone continued to ring, torn between answering the call and letting it ring until he remembered what he had done. Guess which thoughts prevailed. I chose to completely ignore the call and waited until he was finished. Afterward, I retrieved my phone from the drawer and dialed my sister's number. She was my best friend and confidante, the one who had been there to comfort me and tirelessly tried to rescue me from this marriage. She was my sole remaining friend, as I had lost touch with everyone else since I couldn't attend social gatherings anymore. Why, you may wonder? It was because of the frequent bruises I carried, and on the occasions I was bruise-free, Rick wouldn't allow me to go out. He claimed he didn't like the way other men looked at me and preferred that I stayed home. Oddly enough, that made me feel a bit flattered. Knowing that he found me attractive brought some relief, or perhaps it was just my delusions taking hold again? I questioned myself inwardly. "Hey, Sheba," I greeted with a shaky voice once the call connected. "Jane, I'm married too, you know. You can't keep expecting me to abandon my husband to tend to your marriage. I've told you countless times to leave that man!" She yelled over the phone after I recounted the afternoon's events and how Rick had packed his bags once again. She was clearly exasperated with me and my stubbornness, but I remained determined to find love where there was none.“Well! Now, we’re going to have to make a new round of chicken,” I said, groaning angrily while he chuckled and pointed toward the store room.“At least we have a whole island of them,” he joked and I nodded, slightly feeling guilty about wasting food.I had grown up to know that wasting food was not an option and here I was, abusing the gift of abundance. I needed to retrace my steps.“Why don’t we just order takeout?” I suggested and he pondered a while over it before he shrugged and looked me in the eyes.“What?” I asked and he shrugged. “Well, why do you want takeout?” He asked and I rolled my eyes. He was literally impossible.“Don’t give me that look! I just want to know why. I can cook the food if that is what it’s about,” he pressured but I was already having a headache as he kept going on and on.“I didn't know men talk a lot,” I spat and he looked at me with a surprised expression.“Okay, I’m only talking this much because I want you to be comfortable with me. I don’t want
“Oh, I see. Well, it is hard for a guy to pass by you and not stare at you with his eyes or even make a passing comment. But that’s not what we’re trying to talk about here,” he said, noticing my uncomfortable look. “I’m sorry, okay? I just want to keep letting you know how beautiful you are and how lucky I feel to have you over. How lucky I feel that both of us are sharing the same house at the moment. How lucky I feel that I’m helping you with whatever it is that you need, okay? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable near me. I want you to feel very comfortable because it’s going to be a long ride in the long run. But I need to remind you once in a while how crazy you drive me,” he said and I blushed again.“Okay, I’ve heard you. I’ve heard everything you said. Now, I guess it’s time to go and have dinner. Maybe. I’m starving,” I said to him as he nodded in agreement. “Of course, yeah, dinner. I didn’t even realize how much time had passed since I stayed with you. You make time go
“Alright then, we can drive there right now,” David said with a mischievous grin. I looked outside and saw that it was already getting dark. I just wanted to smile and relax and wait, because obviously he couldn’t penetrate that safe. And I made sure that it was a high-quality safe that I laid my hands on while I was at UNI. You know, that woman who first gave me those original documents? She also gave me that safe. Nobody could crack it open, not even the best programmer in the world. It couldn’t even be blown up by a bomb. It was just a safe, just the way it was. So I was less bothered about that, but what I was a little bit bothered about was the fact that he would go in there and probably start taking all the furniture and all his clothes and all that.“Don’t worry, there’s no rush. Revenge, especially the sweet ones, take time. We’re going to go tomorrow. It’s already getting late. We should make something to eat and go to bed,” I said to him with a smile. He smiled back
“Jane, Jane, relax.” David said, as he rushed towards me. He tried to hold my shoulders, because I looked like I was going crazy. Like I was going mad. And he was probably very afraid at that point, because I was acting batshit crazy. That I was going to injure myself or him. So he held me firmly in his arms and made me look at his eyes. His caring eyes.I said to him, with tears in my eyes, “All the assets, everything I worked my ass off for, everything is gone. I have searched everywhere. I have checked everything. Maybe I misplaced it. But no. Henry has betrayed me.” I said in the most heartbreaking voice you could ever imagine.I was so heartbroken, because I never would have done the same to Henry. But why did he do this to me? He had stolen from me. And I would not stop until I had stolen back from him.“I always knew Henry was shady for that thing he did. Of course, it had nothing to do with getting married to you or you being a terrible person to get married to. There were alw
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, with a very nervous chuckle, as I tucked my hair behind my ears and faced forward, avoiding his gaze. But deep down, I knew he was right about what he was saying. I was just very afraid to admit the truth. He asked again, “Jane, look at me. We need all the information we can get if we’re going to get to the bottom of this. You don’t have to be afraid to release any information. You don’t have to be reluctant to do that, OK? I’m here, standing by your side. I’m always by your side and I will forever be by your side. Right now, we need all the information we can get. You’re the only one who can give us that information. Do you understand, Jane?” He asked, looking at me intently. I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed by emotions. I didn’t know how to feel at that point, because he was right. I knew so many things that could have made Henry make this decision of his. Or whatever it was. I knew quite a few things about why he may have lef
“OK, so I have some detective friends who could also help out in your case, but I need your consent with everything. I promise you it’s not an affiliation with anybody, not your ex-husband, not your fiancé. You know I just really want to help, just in case you need backup. Is that OK with you?” He asked, his voice gentle and reassuring.I looked at him, feeling a surge of gratitude and affection.His eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of something else in them. Something warm and tender, something that made my heart skip a beat.I almost wanted to jump up and hug him, but I had to comport myself because I was a lady. Oh, fuck it, I thought, and jumped up and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.“What was that for?” He asked, sounding surprised but pleased.I smiled shyly and pulled away slightly. “Well, you care about me more than anyone else cared about me ever since I lost my child. So I think you deserve more than that.” I said softly.He took my ja
“Why don’t you call them to know what’s up?” He asked, looking at me with concern. I shook my head.“No, no, no, no. We already spoke about this. We discussed it. It’s OK. They will have to be the one to call me after the mission is complete. I can’t call them now. It would be destroying something in the mission.” I said, biting my lip nervously. I was already tapping my feet fast on the ground and grinding my teeth anxiously. Just remembering everything already brought a knot to my stomach and a lump to my throat. And I guess he noticed, because he reached out to my hands and took them in his. He rubbed them gently and gave me a reassuring smile.“It’s OK. I’m sure you’re going to get the text soon. But I need to ask you some questions. I don’t know if it will be OK for you to answer them for me.” He said and I looked at him. I hesitated a little bit, because I didn’t say I was going to trust anyone with the information that I had. But I was willing to give him a small chance. May
“Oh, not so fast, David,” I said, holding up my hand. “Not so fast. You have to take it easy with all this flattery. I’m very quick to fall in love, haven’t you noticed that?” I teased him and he looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. His smile matched his eyes, bright and warm. It was one of the most brilliant features about him. Was I falling in love again? I had just promised myself that I wouldn’t fall in love so quickly, but I couldn’t help it. This man was amazing. So good looking… Even more good looking than Henry and Rick combined. And I had a very high affinity for very good looking men. And to be honest, at that point, I didn’t really care. I just felt that I should live life and just be who I wanted to be, when I wanted to be, and how I wanted to be.“Oh, I have noticed,” he said, leaning closer to me. “We did have quite the chemistry there when I first walked into the room. When I got coffee with you, you know… I felt it. It was kind of obvious. But I didn’t think anyth
I felt dizzy for a while because I was so confused. I was usually the one who said I love you first in all my relationships. I was usually the one who made the first move, probably because of my desperation. I hoped so much that this man wouldn’t see through my desperation, that he wouldn’t see how desperate I was to find somebody to love. But obviously, I was wrong because he saw it. Why would a man be telling me that he loved me on the very first day we met? And given the circumstances surrounding it, it was a big lie, at least in my ears. What did he mean by love at first sight?“Jane, Jane, did you hear what I said?” David’s voice woke me up from my little mini trance right there. I didn’t even realize that I had drifted off from the normal conversation that we were having. But in truth, I didn’t know what to reply to that because obviously, I didn’t love him. But I did have a little bit of liking for him. And if there’s anything I’ve learned over the past few months, it’
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