"Don't you ever step foot in my house again!" George barked at the lady who lay on the hospital bed with swollen and bloodshot eyes. Her hand clutched her lower abdomen, tears rolling from her eyes to her ears and down to the pillow.
Lydia didn't bother to look his way as her lips trembled. He had disfigured her face and beaten her mercilessly till she fainted. The only thing holding her back from leaving that house was her four years old daughter.
It was from one problem to another, the doctor had told her that she had lost the baby in her womb again due to the horrible torture from her husband.
"And don't even think of Khloe let alone come to see her" he added, causing Lydia to snap her eyes at him. She quickly forced her body up from the bed disconnecting the IV from her hand as she moved towards him and cried,
"George, don't…, don't do this… to me" she choked as tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She fell on her knees.
Khloe was the only reason she remained in the loveless marriage of six good years. She cannot let go of her daughter now.
"Please George, please" She tried to reach him but he slapped her hands away.
"Don't you dare, Lydia. Don't you dare!" He barked as he moved away. She cowered but still tried to explain,
"I can't do without her," she said quickly and gulped, "George please, I need Khloe" her face stained with tears, her hair messy, and her hands in a pleading position but George sneered,
"Alma will become her mother from now on" he declared, enjoying the terror that appeared in her eyes after the words flew from his mouth.
Lydia's world went blank as she stared at the man in horror. Her daughter would refer to her best friend, scratch that, Ex- best friend as her mother instead of her when she was not dead? Never
"Never!" She charged at him, "I will never let that happen. George, give me back my child" she yelled loudly as she reached for his shirt and pulled him with all her might. He gave her a resounding slap, causing her to fall to the ground roughly.
Lydia remained there with her hands clenched into a fist, her blood boiling in anger, eyes filled with so much rage, her teeth clenched, she looked up at him, and with heaving breath, she spat,
"Over my dead body will I let my daughter call Alma her mother"
"Then you better go and die, Lydia" George smirked before storming out of the hospital room.
"No! George, no!" She ran after him only to be held back by some nurses saying she wasn't strong and she shouldn't stress herself.
She fought through but just couldn't, they were four of them and two more came to help. She fell to the ground in tears as she yelled in anguish,
"Get back here, George! Bring me, my daughter!"
Everyone in the passageway watched the man's figure till he disappeared. No matter how she screamed and cried, he never turned back to look at her, not even once.
Her screams became louder piercing through the hearts of many. She tried to pull herself from the nurses but it was impossible. People who passed stood to watch her, her hair messy, and tears stained her disfigured face. While some teared up, some shook their heads in pity for her.
"Let me go. George! Give me my daughter! Let me go, leave me alone" her wail echoed through the passageway.
A doctor came over to her and injected her, she immediately fell asleep right there on the ground. She was taken back into the room.
"Who's she?" The doctor's friend named Carson asked, he continued to stare at the room the lady was taken into. The doctor sighed,
"Some lady who was unfortunate, and got married to a sucker. She has lost more pregnancies than you can imagine from the beating she receives from her husband. There is no month she doesn't come to this hospital"
"Asshole, he should be sued" his friend clicked his tongue in irritation.
"Asshole indeed," the doctor replied before walking away along with his friend.
George is an asshole indeed but used to be Lydia's Mr. Perfect, the Mr. Right before marriage. In fact, he was every woman's dream including hers. She was so happy to finally get married to him. A mere orphan getting married to a smart, rich, and handsome young man like George, was a dream come true.
Everything went down the drain on their wedding night after George accused her of being a novice in sex. Was that her fault as she had promised to keep herself for only her husband?
Things started changing from that same day of her wedding to him. Just the next day, George began to bring 'experienced' ladies home, he slept with them and made her watch telling her to watch and learn. She began to see the monster in him and despised him as the day passes
The day she left the house to work, he had given her her first beating. He beat her up and said,
"A woman's duties are in the kitchen and in the bedroom" and that was how she gave up working.
Never has she been beaten the way she was by Geroge. He uses every opportunity to beat her up till she begins to get used to his harshness.
He had gradually broken Lydia's spirit bit by bit till there was little to nothing left. It was the day George brought her best friend into the house that Lydia realized that it was over for her. Not her husband or her best friend ever loved her.
The funny thing was, whenever she had an issue with her husband, Alma was the only person she could confide in. Alma was her comfort. Who would have thought that Alma Ambrose, her best friend for more than six years now, was one of the ladies sleeping with her husband also.
They didn't only force her to watch them have sex that day, they had beaten her up till she lost her first pregnancy.
After the miscarriage, she decided to give George a lot of space for the sake of her mental health. But Whenever there was no lady for him that day, she became his personal slut. It was only three months but she was no longer interested. She planned to file for a divorce as she was already tired.
The day she set to go to the lawyer for the divorce papers, she found out that she was pregnant again for him.
Lydia became confused and didn't know whether to keep the baby and take care of the child alone or stay with George in the house as abortion wasn't an option.
She decided to stay and raise her child. Her beautiful Khloe, who she loves with everything in her. The only thing that had kept her in that loveless marriage was Khloe. She wanted her child and she wants her now.
Lydia snapped her eyes open only to see herself still in the hospital bed again. She looked around and everything that happened to her came rushing back into her memory.
She was beaten by George for something she didn't do and had a miscarriage again losing her seventh child to this man who literally rapes her. And now she is not allowed to see her only child, Khloe
Again her eyes began to turn teary in the dark room,
"Khloe" her lips quiver uncontrollably as she cried silently.
“What are the little things that always make your day better?” Carson asked the lady before him. She was dressed in an off-shoulder, long black gown hugging her slim body, her hair falling to her shoulders, and her collarbone exposed for the gentleman to view. They were on a date at R&W restaurant, a place for the perfect romantic date. Carson was dressed in ripped jeans trousers and a white polo. “Well, that should be waking up early” Amelia replied, “I hate it when I wake up late, it ruins the rest of my day” she added with her chin slightly raised, and lips in a slight tug. Her hand stirred the glass of wine she held gently “And what time is your early?” He asked with his eyes carefully watching her. “That should be 5 am” she responded with a smile “Wow, impressive. I don't wake up early at all” Carson admitted as he sipped from the glass only for him to hear her say, “When we get married, I won't take that from you. We'll be waking up before 6 am”. He almost choked on hi
Lydia watched as the man came closer to her. With every step he took, she shook in fear of getting closer to her death. She had sent her ex-best friend a message to take care of her only daughter, Khloe. The best thing to do was to end it all, She was tired of this life. After all, that was what George wanted as well. When Carson walked closer to her, he frowned, 'isn't this the same lady from the hospital?' He asked himself. Looking at Lydia, he said calmly, “Get down” This only made her hold on to the rail behind her tightly. She was on the other side of the rail, standing at the very edge of the bridge. “No!” She replied stubbornly. Her eyes held a faraway look, her lips quivering as she began to say, “You don't know what I've been through. My life is a living hell. I just want to die, I just want to die!” She screamed. Her hair and hospital gown flew as the wind led them. The sound of water underneath them. Carson raised his hands in surrender, “I really would have loved
“What did I do? Why am I under arrest?” Lydia asked the man with brows furrowed deeply. Carson only continued to pull her towards his car. He had a deep frown as well, he was doing exactly what his friend would have wanted him to do right now. “For trying to kill yourself, of course” he spat as he shoved her into the car and went over to the driver's seat. With every passing moment, confusion continued to envelop Lydia, she stared at him and still could not understand why Carson, who had said she was safe a while ago, was now arresting her. Indeed, no one except Khloé loves her. “When did that become a crime?” She asked as she tried to blink back the tears from flowing down her eyes again. “You'll know soon,” Carson said to her as he dialed his friend's phone number. “She still hasn't been found yet, I swear to God, I'll—” “I found her” Carson cut Nick off. The phone was on speaker, so Lydia could hear their discussion. “You found the girl? My patient?” Nick asked in surpri
Feeling the soft mattress under her, Lydia hummed and moved comfortably on her bed. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar room, and began to wonder where she was. Her body ached, and her stomach grumbled in hunger. Still, on the bed, she began to recall all that happened. She looked around to confirm whether she was in prison or not. A smile formed on her lips, she was so happy that she not only did not die last night, but she also didn't sleep in jail. With a groan, she tried to stand up from the bed when she heard a lady's cry from outside, and she furrowed her brows. She slowly got up from the bed before making her way to the door. She noticed her hospital gown had been changed to a big gown. As she walked she thought, what was she thinking, he must have a wife, and the woman might be having an argument with him right now because he had brought a lady to their house. She needs to clarify things. Slowly, she traced her way to where the noise wa
Lydia watched as a pretty lady walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in black trousers and a sky-blue top, she tucked her top into her trousers. She was looking so pretty that even Lydia could not get her eyes off her. She had the aura of miss gorgeous and her hair was pinned so beautifully. Lydia opened her mouth to speak, but no words seemed to come out of her mouth. She couldn't help but marvel. What she didn't understand is why Carson would lie that he wasn't married when he had such a beauty as a wife. “Marian, you're late,” Carson said with a calm voice. And I noticed he was speaking to the lady. He carried the little boy in his arms as he observed the lady. “I'm sorry, Mr. Carson. The traffic was bad after going to pick up Gary from Grandpa. He made me wait because Gary wanted some cookies from Miranda” she explained so fluently that Lydia kept blinking at how good the girl was.“That's okay if it's for Gary, why not?” He dropped the smiling boy on the counter before as
“Why didn't you do anything?” She asked Carson when Marian was out of sight. She knew if he had asked Marian to give Gary a break, she would have obeyed. “Who else knows how to take care of Gary so well aside from her? She knows the best way to discipline him”. “But…” she paused, but Carson continued to watch her, waiting for her to speak. He could clearly see the displeasure on her face and the pain as well. He wondered how she could feel for someone she had just met. She wanted to cry for a child she had met not even up to an hour ago. Her husband had made her go through hell, yet she was still sweet and caring, he shook his head in wonder. “Good morning, Mr. Carson. Good morning ma'am” An older woman walked into the kitchen. “Good morning ma'am, Anny. This is Lydia, my client. Lydia this is ma'am Anny, my cook and housekeeper”. “Hello, ma'am. Good morning” Lydia greeted with a little bow while Ma'am Anny scoffed, “Call me Anny instead” Although Lydia didn't feel it was righ
After breakfast, as Carson had said it, he made sure Lydia went shopping for a few clothes she could wear instead of wearing big old Ma'am Anny's gowns. Looking at Lydia in the mall, Carson could tell that the woman was scared of selecting the clothes she'll like to buy. He noticed when they stepped into the shop, her eyes caught a beautiful red skirt but when she checked the amount she pulled her hand away so speedily as if the clothes were fire. Taking note of that particular skirt, he gestured for the sales lady to package that particular skirt without her knowing. Lydia kept walking around the shop without picking anything. She was more concerned about the amount of the outfit. After a while, she came to stand in front of Carson, “I don't think they have the kind of clothes I wear, can we go somewhere else?” She asked and he raised his brows,“Are you sure? I mean, there are a lot of outfits here, and I can see they are beautiful. If you didn't like them, you wouldn't look at
“Lydia, hope you are ready?” Lydia heard Carson's voice from the outside as she dressed up.“Will be out in a minute” she yelled, so he could hear her. It was Monday, the day she had been waiting for. She was more than ready, especially when she had stayed days without Khloé. Now she is willing to do anything to get her Khloé.Dressed in a black skirt and blue long - sleeves top, she came out of her room looking different.Carson held his breath when he saw her. He was shocked to see her this smart and beautiful. Since he met her, she had always had a sad and pitiful face on that he wondered how she would be able to act smart in front of George. “I don't need to ask if you're ready anymore” he smiled. He was glad that the bruises and every trace of weariness were out.“I think I'm ready” she replied with a nod. As they began to step out, Lydia asked, “Where is Gary?” “Marian has taken him to school. He should be back home by 12 pm” “Oh,” was all Lydia could say. She would have l
The next morning, Lydia woke up by Carson's side. She had a beautiful and joyful smile on her lips. Waking up by his side was the most amazing thing ever, and the scent of cologne was still on him. She brought her nose close to his chest and nuzzled him. Lydia grinned and raised her hand, she stared at the beautiful ring. “My name is Mrs. Lydia Walters' Lydia chuckled and kissed her ring. “It's so beautiful.” She was still staring at her ring when she suddenly had the urge to vomit, she touched her stomach as it churned. “Did I eat something wrong yesterday? Lydia pouted her lips. The nauseating feeling stopped for a while, but then the bile rushed up her throat and she couldn't keep it in. She rushed out of the bed and threw up into the sink. The sounds of vomiting woke Carson up. He wanted to sleep back but realized something was wrong with his wife. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He asked her, worriedly. “Love, are you alright?” He still heard her throwing up and had to
All Lydia's troubles were over the moment George died. Lydia watched all her problems disappear, she was finally free to be happy with the man she loved. That was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, but presently staring at the mirror and seeing how beautiful she was in that wedding dress. It became one of the happiest days of her life. Two weeks had passed since George's death, he wasn't the only one paying for his crimes because Alma was facing the penalty for her actions, her father, Felix, had been disqualified from the election and would be spending some good time in prison. Marian, who had been long forgotten, was finally sentenced to prison. It seemed like all her enemies had disappeared. Lydia smiled at the mirror and spun around, she looked like the most beautiful bride ever. She didn't have a veil, but it didn't make the dress less beautiful. “Lydia, you're so gorgeous” Mrs. Isobel gushed over her wedding dress. Lydia couldn't help but be grateful to Mrs. Isob
Carson turned back with a little smile on his lips, his threats had worked. He wasn't planning on doing any of those things he said, but he decided to act as one of the bad guys. One can't stick to a technique and tactic all the time. Carson returned to his seat and called a prison warder inside to listen to what he had said. Carson also brought out his phone and decided to make a recording. “Can you repeat what you had said?” Carson requested. The man sighed and said everything that had transpired between him and Alma. Carson was delighted and left from there as the warder was taken away. He was going to face his penalty. Carson contacted the police to visit George's house where Alma stayed and also to arrest Felix in his house. Carson planned on also releasing the recording through his Father's connections. It would be anonymous and would ruin Felix's chances of becoming the governor. Carson was excited about his plans but would execute them after they were both arrested fo
George had killed a man, strangled him during the traffic, and taken his cab as a means of transportation. Presently, he walked to Mrs. Isobel's limp body and carried her into the back seat of the cab. He closed the door and entered the front seat. He wasn't ready to drive her anywhere in particular, he would make sure that he was far from a place where the cops could find him. He would question her in the car, but he had to wait till she awakened. He had planned to lie to Alma that he couldn't stand the boredom and had to leave the cabin. Anyway, she believed every lie he spoke.George drove for a long while before parking near a certain roadside, he waited till she awakened, which happened a few minutes after the drive. “Hm,” Mrs. Isobel moaned in pain. She felt a pounding pain in the back of her head, her hand reached for it and there was a little bloodstain. “Oh my God” She cried and slowly sat up, her blurry eyes cleared little by little. “Who are you?” Mrs. Isobel asked i
“Why are you smirking? Do you find the situation amusing or what?” Alma frowned at him. “I'm sorry, but I've thought about my decision, and I'm ready to accept your suggestion for plastic surgery,” George stuttered.Alma screamed excitedly and hugged him tightly.“That's the spirit, I'm so glad that you have thought more carefully about my proposal. I promise you that once you do this surgery and probably practice how to change other things about yourself. Everything would be great” Alma giggled. “The cops would be off your back and the both of us can travel the world after our wedding.” George rolled his eyes but faked a laugh. “I won't do the surgery now, give me some time to have my face then after a few days from now, I can do the surgery” George smiled and pushed her away from him. “I'm so happy” Alma clapped excitedly and tilted her head from side to side like a child. “I'm not too happy about losing my handsome face, but it's worth the change,” George said and acted like
“No, I'm not interested in altering my appearance” George disagreed firmly. “Why? It's a suitable option for you never to be found, why would you lose such a chance, just to stay locked up in this wretched cabin” Alma argued with him. “I'm not interested in continuing the conversation, I won't change my appearance to fort anything in this world. The best thing I love seeing when I look at my reflection in the mirror is my face and nothing more” George said and turned his face away from her. Alma gasped and was offended by his selfishness. “I want you to have a free life, we can fake your death that you were found and killed. It would make a lot of sense when I start dating the new you. Why are you acting so selfishly towards me?” Alma said, her voice cracking at the end of her statement. “I'm not being selfish but standing by my own rules. I get that you went the extra mile to bring me out of jail, but that doesn't give you the right to order me around” George frowned. Alma gasp
“What did you just say?” Lydia panicked and sprang up. That news was so unexpected and shocking, she never expected to hear that the man who had ruined her life was out of prison, free to do the unimaginable. “How did he come out of prison? What exactly happened?” Evelyn asked, worried over the safety of Lydia. Carson shook his head. “I still don't know, but I'm going to that fucking prison to find out.” “How can he escape in just a week of being there? Many people have spent a decade trying to escape prison but haven't been able to, how can he make it seem so easy?” Evelyn asked questions that couldn't be answered by any of them. “The kids, we left the kids alone,” Lydia said agitated, and tried running out of the church. Carson held her back and pulled her into a hug. She was anxious, and her breathing had fastened like she was on the verge of having a panic attack. “There's nothing to be scared about, the children are secured, but George can be capricious. I'll make sure th
The kids were done with their exams, and they were at home. It was the weekend, Saturday specifically, and Lydia stayed at home. The kids weren't easy to control at all, Lydia realized how much they refused to listen to her. They listened more to Mrs. Isobel. This made Lydia a bit jealous and angry. She had to give Mrs. Isobel some hours off so that she could take care of the kids herself. “Both of you, sit down!” Lydia instructed and pointed at the couch. Gary and Khloé went to have a sit, seeing that their mother was more serious than ever. “It's not good to prove stubborn towards your parents, it causes sadness. Do you want Mommy to be sad?” Lydia pouted at her lips after speaking. They both shook their heads. “Alright, since you don't want me to be sad, then listen,” Lydia said. “It's truly depressing when I keep talking and you both keep disrespecting me by not listening!” “What are you supposed to do?” Lydia asked, looking angry, though she wasn't so angry. She simply w
The man walked to the witness box, he was accompanied by the cops. Carson never stopped investigating the people who had kidnapped Lydia. He was doing it in secret and working with the cops, the camera on the street was able to capture the plate number of the car. Though the car was dumped, they were able to trace the source and one of the kidnappers was caught, the only problem was his refusal to tell the truth. After the torture and promising his family protection from any harm, he confessed to the person who hired him but failed to mention George's name. Carson was displeased by the outcome of the investigation because he was sure that George had kidnapped Lydia. The kidnapper had only led them to another one in his team, that one was an easy nut to crack. He confessed, and his boss was arrested. He thought it would be easy to come out, but Carson proved him wrong, he thwarted any hope he had to escape prison. He finally agreed to a shorter sentence and in exchange, he would