"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　WARNING:- Extreme Domestic Violence


　　The wedding reception went by in a blur. It has been a habit of mine wherein in social events, I put a mask on, wearing a different person, someone who is socially acceptable.


　　Someone who is so formal and poise. This has been what I was taught ever since and it became a habit being the people-pleaser that I am. I avoided my parents as much as possible, but if I can't I'll just deal with it until it is over. I do not have the will to talk to them right now. I'm just so tired of everything, so tired. What is it even that they gave to me purely from their own and not the luxuries they got from selling me? Nothing. I owe them nothing and they owe me everything.


　　Matteo is on the other side of the room flirting with a woman. His hands on her waist and his lips whispering things on her ear, making the woman giggle.


Chapter 13