Betrayed And Reborn: Ex Husband's Regret

"You piece of shit! You have one job to do, wash the dishes and ensure the whole house is tidy, yet you go about, breaking all the plates in the house. Are you nuts?" Vivian shouted at me like I was a little earthworm leeching around in the mighty walls of the kitchen.

I gently stooped down and began to pick the pieces of the broken plate carefully, making sure they don't cut me. I have had enough cuts already, both physically and mentally, and fifty percent of my wounds came from my devilish mother in law, Vivian, the woman who hated me with every fibre of her being. Well, I deserved it anyways. Else, why would my own mother sell me out to the Greg's family as a wife?

"I am sorry, mother. I lost focus because.."

"Your lame excuses do not matter here, child. I do not care about you or what is in that empty head of yours. You are married to my son, not as a wife, but as a slave. If you break any more of my expensive plates ever again, I will make sure you are kicked out of this house with an axe. I never really liked you anyway. You don't even like yourself." Vivian blurted out hurtfully.

I could have been crying by now or wailing like a little child, but this was not the first time Vivian was saying these things to me. Over the years, I have been able to develop a receptor, a thick skin to all of Vivian's arrows.

"At least, Oscar loves me. And that is enough for me." I confidently whispered, hoping that Vivian does not hear me.

"What did you just say?" Vivian asked and before I could open my mouth to give an answer, a loud, disfiguring slap landed across my face, sending me violently to the ground. A few pieces of the broken plate pierced my skin, causing me to bleed.

"Now, you listen to me, Anna," Vivian began angrily, "Oscar does not love you one bit. You are nothing but a stick of broom, both to him and the entire Greg family!"

As she spoke, I blocked my ears. Oscar loves me and nothing was going to change that fact, not even if Vivian threatened to kill me. And yes, I loved Oscar too, more than my own life. He was the man who held the key to my heart since the day my mother abandoned me. Honestly, somtimes, I feel like I do not deserve him.

But what type of woman would be so foolish to love a man this deeply and even entertain this type of torture from her mother inlaw?

My horror story began many years ago. I did not come to this world alone. I came with a sister, a twin sister. As we grew older, I began to notice that she got all the love and attention a child deserved. She was more beautiful than me, smarter than me, and the whole world liked her.

And me? Well, I was simply shoved to a corner of the world and was left to myself and the girl in the mirror. I was hated by everyone, called a freak and ugly.

A very serious incident occurred one time and sadly, I lost my twin sister. My parents blamed me for it and called me a murderer, and at a very young age, I was sold to the Gregs family as a wife to their son, Oscar. No one knew this dark secret about me, and I hid it from the world.

But to my utter surprise, it was the best moment of my life. For the first time in my entire miserable life, I finally found someone who loved and cherished me. Oscar made me feel like my past was a wound that he could heal. And he did. He loved me and made me feel special, a feeling that not even my parents had for me. I loved him back and promised to lay my life for him.

But Oscar's mother? The witch hated me with every bone in her old body. I mean, being a millioniare, she would not want her son to be together with a freak, right?

But maybe Vivian was right. I am a nothingness and hold no value on the scale of life. I mean, even my family hates me.

I quickly swept the kitchen, mopped the whole house, and cooked dinner for Vivian and the rest of the Gregs, ignoring the schorching pain that reveberated through my body. I had to do it to prove to my husband that I am not the woman his mother portrays me to be.

But again, how could Vivian be so forgetful? When her son, my husband, was diagnosed with Neprhitis, I donated my kidney to him. When he lost a lot of blood in one ghastly accident, I drained him almost all of my blood, just to make sure he was alive and well. Truth is, I did not do all these things to please him or the Gregs. I did it because I geniuely loved him. I found solace in his arms. And guess what? He loves me too. So, tell me, why wouldn't I brag about his love for me in front of his mother?

As soon as I left my the Greg's house, I got into my car and began to cry. My life was a living hell. Everything and eveyone was against me and my happiness. Well, I knew that Oscar loved me, but he had been so busy lately. He was barely at home and when he was eventually home, he would be on his computer working.

But I still loved him. He was my only safe space, the only umbrella I could hide under from the storm. Something as little as a text from Oscar would make me happy and smile. Was it because I loved attention? Maybe. But was I foolish? Of course not! I knew my love for Oscar was genuie and I knew he loved me back.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. As soon as I saw the caller, a smile from nowhere appeared on my face.

"Hey, Barbie, where did you put your phone? I've been trying to call you since like, forever!" Chelsea, my best best friend began to speak, worry enveloping her voice.

As soon as I heard her voice, my heart melted and I wiped my tears away. Chelsea was the only last soul that cared about me. Everytime when my parents would beat me, during highschool and college days, I would run away from home and sleep at Chelsea's. She was my true sister and a friend in need. She was the only person who knew my dark secret and still stood by me when no one else did. Yeah, we did the pinky promise too, you know, never to leave each other.

"Hey Chelsea, what's up? I um.. I was working, so, I had to leave my phone in the car. How are you?" I asked weakly, my voice as creaky as the opening of an expired door.

Vivian did not serve me dinner, she told me to go to my house and prepare myself something to eat. Oh heavens, where will I gather the strength to cook dinner?

Earlier today, Oscar had sent me a text saying: 'Hi, do not come home tonight, the house is under a major repair. I have sent you a sum of $30,000. Book a hotel of your choice and we will meet tomorrow, love you>>>'

So, clearly, I was not going home tonight, maybe I'll just order food from the hotel. I found it strange though that Oscar would make a major renovation without informing me beforehand. But again, busy husband, right?

"Oh my God, Anna, your voice is.. Tell me, is it Vivian again? Do you even realize that today is your birthday?" Chelsea asked, concern painted all over her voice.

Oh goddamit! How could I forget even my own birthday? "Look, Chelsea, I.."

"Say no more, Anna. You know what? Wherever you are now, leave there and go straight to my house. I have invited some friends over, you will be celebrating your birthday party tonight and you will sleep in my place. I can not let that fucking Greg's family insult my sister!"

You see? I told you. Chelsea was more than a friend to me. She finally made me carve my first smile this week, "Are you at home yourself?"

"No, I am at work, trying to round up, but you got the key, so just wait for me inside. I will be with you shortly. I love you!" she said and ended the call abruptly, giving no more room for further argument. She knew that left for me, I would just go to my house and sleep, especially because I hated crowds.

I looked at my dress. I looked and smelled really badly. So, I decided to go home first so I can shower, change my clothes and drive to Chelsea's house for the party. Oscar would be at home, renovating our apartment. I just hoped he kept my clothes safe and not covered in paint and surdust.

As soon as I got home, I was surprised to see two cars parked in front of the house. One of them belonged to Oscar. Well, this was unusual. Oscar never returned home this early. Again, the house did not look like it was undergoing any major repair or any repair at all. It was quiet and stiff.

But something else caught my attention. It was the second car parked just besides Oscar's car. It looked really familar. I walked closer for a better look.

"What?!" were the first words that escaped my mouth. This is Chelsea's car. What is she doing in my house? I thought she mentioned being at work.

What is going on?