Chapter 6. Worst Wedding Night

The wedding was finally over; following Victor to his home, which was just a few steps away from his family house, she trailed behind him like a shadow, silent and submissive; the air was heavy with a sense of dread, and she could feel her heart beating like a caged bird. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, afraid to meet his eyes, for fear of what she might see in them.

Victor halted when they got to the sitting room; he pulled off his suit and smashed it hard on the floor, yelling loudly and startling her.

His face was a mask of anger, twisted into a snarl of hate. His eyes blazed with a furious intensity, like two coals in a dying fire. He loathed his new bride with every fiber of his being, resentful of the marriage and the trick pulled on him, he felt stupid and humiliated. As he led her into their home, he felt his rage rise like a tidal wave, threatening to wash away any shred of humanity that remained in him.

“When do you plan this?”, She could hear the hatred