Chapter 2:Hurting

After buying, I got back from the store, and after I gave the beer to my husband, I immediately went back to the kitchen. To finish what I started. And when I finished in the kitchen, I went to my two children to dress them in pajamas before they eat. After dinner, I immediately let my children into the room. As for me, I went into the room with my husband and I prepared Jeff's clothes and put them on top of the bed. I went to the bathroom to take a shower and rest, because my whole body still hurts.

When I came out of the bathroom, it was Jeff who entered. He stared at me, staring with desire. I was shocked and I was nervous about my husband. He slowly approached me and suddenly grabbed me and forced me to fall on the bed.

"Jeff, what are you going?!" I was confused. When I looked back at it, he was already removing his pants.

"Jeff…" I said and was about to get up, but he pushed me down and removed the towel wrapped around my body.

"Just a minute," I interrupted, but my husband was becoming too aggressive.

"Why are you howling now, huh?! Do you have anything else?!" He's looking at me.

"How can I have someone else when I'm always at home, and you know that." Even though I was nervous, I still reasoned.

"Oh! Really!" At the same time, he pressed my hand on my back.

"Jeff… It's painful?!" I tried to struggle, but my husband was stronger and to add that I was on my knees.

“Jeff, we can go through this properly,” I said tearfully, but he wasn't listening to me.

“This is what I want, do you have a complaint, huh?!” He showed his fist at the same time.

I felt scared again because I had not yet recovered from his earlier abuse.

“Ouch… Jeff!” I screamed in pain and held tightly to the bedsheet.

Because his masculinity was not inserted into my p*ssy but iny ass hole. The more he felt that I was hurting, the more he liked it.

“It's enough…” I kept begging and moaning, but he still didn't listen to me.

When he finished, he immediately lay down and didn't care about me. While I was writhing in pain that I could barely stand. I leaned on the edge of the bed and continued crying there. I couldn't help but cry because I felt so bad for my husband. Furthermore, I wanted to talk to him, but he was already asleep.

Because of what he did to me, I decided to break up with him. I believe he is ignoring me and disrespecting me. “It doesn't matter if the children and I suffer, as long as I don't have to do it again and again,” I said to myself.

The next morning, I waited for my husband to wake up so that I could talk deeply about my separation with him.

“Jeff, can we talk?” my introduction to him. 

“Is that important?” it responded without even looking at me.

“About the two of us.” I bowed my head. 

“Oh, why? Is there a problem?” I asked me back. 

“Let's separate,” I said, almost harshly because I was nervous.

He suddenly laughed and faced me. “What did you say? Say it again.” it said with anger on its face.

I suddenly stood up and backed away because my husband's eyes were full of anger.

“J—Jeff…” I shakily and continued to back away.

“Are you kidding me, huh?" He laughed and came near me.

“—No! I'm serious. I'm so tired! Not only that, but I would rather not be in this situation anymore. You don't consider me as a wife or even as a person anymore!” I answered with tears as I seriously faced him.

“You have so much drama! No divorce will happen! And remember this, Jenny. Don't ever try to run away or leave me. Because I will kill you and your family. You got it?" It's cruel for me. His eyes became more and more angry and it released a slap that landed on my cheek.

My husband left me. One of my cheeks was bruised. I couldn't do anything but cry. Even though I still felt the pain caused by what he did last night, I still tried to go to the kitchen to prepare our breakfast. My life is becoming a cavalry with my husband. The only thing that makes me stronger is my two daughters, this is where I draw and gather strength.

One night. While my daughters and I were in the living room watching a show, Jeff suddenly came with a girl who was younger than me. The girl is very sexy, compared to me. I don't even feel sorry for her. My eyes widened and so did my children. Jeff almost broke my heart, I feel so much pain in these moments. The two of them continued to our room, It seems they didn't even see us.

“Mommy, who's with Daddy?” innocent question of my youngest daughter.

“I don't know,” I replied almost harshly as my gaze followed them.

“Mommy, why did Daddy bring the lady into your room?” my eldest daughter asked. 

“I-I don't know…” I said, and my tears started to fall.

I felt very ashamed in front of my children. Furthermore, I couldn't stop myself. And suddenly, I started crying in front of them.

“Mommy…” my youngest said, and hugged me.

My oldest daughter ran to the kitchen and got some water. “Mommy, drink water first…” she said worriedly.

“Thank you.” And I hugged them.

“Both of you go inside the room first,” I gently ordered, and they followed me.

I went to my husband inside our room. But I didn't notice that our daughters stopped at the door and watched me enter the room. 

“You're an animal, Jeff! You're exaggerating! You even brought your mistress into the house! If you don't respect me as your wife, I hope you'd respect your children!” 

“Sweet, is she your wife? That's why Jeff traded you for me because you look like a rag." Her attitude was insulting and she even laughed.

“Oh really… rags!” I was furious and rushed to the bed and immediately grabbed her while pulling her hair.

“Let go of me… Jeff, Help me!” his mistress screamed and fell to the floor. I pulled her out of the room.

“That's enough — Jenny! Let her go! You're still worthless, you're still rude!” he snorted at me as he separated me from his mistress.

He pushed me and landed on the table.

I'm aggrieved because he favors his mistress. Jeff was angry with me, he approached me and slapped me repeatedly.

“You're fighting, huh!” he said, as he continued to hurt me.

“Alright, Jeff. Beat it some more…" ordered his mistress 

“—Daddy…don't!” Our two children shouted as they hugged each other because they were so scared.