The Ex wife's Revival

The warm sunlight hit my exhausted face, and I slowly opened my eyes, feeling drained and weak.

The sun's rays flooded my eyes, forcing myto shut them again. Gradually, I opened them gently, letting my eyes adjust to the light around her. Where was I?

I sat up, trying to recall what had happened. Lifting the quilt, I was shocked to find myself naked. What had occurred? Why was I here? When did I undress?

I vaguely remembered Tiana helping into a room the night before, but everything else was a blur... until the horrifying realization dawned on me : I had been assaulted!

I checked myself again, and the evidence was clear - the hickey, blood stain, and painful tears confirmed myfears. I was married, and there was no way to explain this to Julian.

How would I tell him that I had given away my precious gift to someone that was not him.

I stood up in haste,picked my clothes that were on the floor, looked around and ran into the bathroom as I heard the sound of footsteps.

At that moment,Julian and his mom walked in along with Lina.

“Our plan has worked, that fool has been taken advantage of. Don't move around much. Just take pictures of the bloody mattress and let's go before anyone comes in.” Julians mother Irene was the one speaking.

“I now have enough reason to divorce without paying a dime and then get married to the love of my life” Julian added like the loser that he was and moved closer to Lina, holding her close to him.

“Very soon my love, we will be married and then I will become yours forever. Now that my sister is out of the way” Lina said, her voice shaking with glee.

I heard their conversation and could not believe what I was hearing. My sister and husband had plotted against me.

I waited until I could no longer gear the footsteps before I came out of the bathroom with my clothes on. I hurriedly moved out of the room, scanning the area

ust in case someone was around.

****

I had always been a strong woman. I married Julian out of compulsion. Their marriage was an arranged one.

Our marriage was just five months old. Even though we did not love each other, we agreed to grow their relationship first before becoming intimate.

Despite the fact that we had never been intimate, I did not feel like it made myany less of a good wife to him. I could have never in my wildest dreams imagined that my sister and husband could do this to me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the taxi driver. I gave him the money and got out of the taxi.

Only then did I realize that I had been crying.

The moment I stepped into the sitting room, I was met with glares that could rival the heat of the sun.

“ sl*t, you clearly have no shame left in you. That might be the reason why you brought that cursed body of yours back into my son's house.” Irene cursed at her.

“You are a married woman, yet you still go around selling yourself out to men. Are you so casual and loose that you do not even consider your status?. Julian ranted.

Hypocrites, I thought. He was pretending to be angry when he had been the one to carry out the evil work. He was the one who gave the drugged drink to her.

“This marriage is over,I cannot stand the sight of you. How do I pretend that I do not know what happened?. Julian eyed mywith clear irritation.

I walked up to him and slapped him. He had gotten on mylast nerve. Irene shouted “why did you hit my son, are you even worth him, low class whore”

“What right do you have to say such nasty words to me? What man would drug his wife in order to trap her?.

Don't think that I don't know about your little affairs with my sister. You wanted a divorce right?. All you had to do was tell me rather than this despicable act” I snapped at him in anger.

“What gives you the right to accuse my son without evidence? A woman like you should not face the society. It would even be better if you could hang yourself.

But look at you, going off pretending after spending the night with your lover boy. Irene continued.

“If you understand what is good for you, sign the divorce paper and leave or else, I will make your life a living hell”. Julian threatened.

Before he could finish his statement, I walked past him and was going upstairs only for Irene to scuttle up the stairs and dragged me by the hair. my head hit the rail.

My scalp stung as my mother-in-law dragged me across the room.

My body was already hurt. Manhandling me seemed to be the Cherry on the cake. Then everything went blank.

**

Three days later, I found myself on the hospital bed. I could remember the last thing that happened but did not know how I ended up in the hospital.

No one was with me there. Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of how cruel life was to her. I had been assaulted and my husband was the cause of it. I was coerced into a loveless marriage.

My step mother insisted on my marriage with Julian. He was the second son of the Garcias.

They were one of the four richest families in Orland. Even though Julian was not the heir to the fortune,my stepmother made it compulsory to marry Julian.

My step mother wanted Lina, my stepsister , to marry the eldest son of the Garcia's as he was the heir.

But as fate would have, Logan returned from America with the woman he had married. His parents infuriated, stripped him of all the wealth.

I did not know when and how my sister and Julian had gotten entangled with each other.

I was lost in thoughts when the door opened and a man walked in.