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Forsaken emotions

Forsaken emotions

Olaide Laylah

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Marinette and Author had been lovers since high school, but what suddenly happens when he changes immediately they get married?

Chapter 1 Memories of the things we had

Chapter One : Memories of the things we had .

Marinette sat at the balcony of her twin duplex , the most gigantic home in the whole of Paris that seemed to dazzle every passerby and made them wait for several minutes admiring the magnificent piece of art . It was 10am already , but she still sat , eagerly , waiting for Authur to come back home . It was the usual thing she always did , ever since they were together as lovers on high school , and those times , he would come , hold her from behind and then they would smile and laugh all the way into their bedroom . Unfortunately , it had been quite the opposite ever since they graduated and got married , it was like he had changed completely .

The sound of the door being creaked open slowly brought Marinette back to her senses . Alas , Author had left his car at the office again this time , which meant he was drunk , again . Marinette hurried a the way to their large parlor , only to be met by the angry and ferocious eyes of Author as he yelled , get away you bitch ! You gold digger ! , before he slowly but very miserably crawled into his own room . This had been the same words he had never failed to utter every single time he came home to her , words she could never forget. She was however grateful that he at least came home though .

It had been three years since they got married , and although everyone knew her as the famous and beautiful Mrs Richards , Author had never touched her , hence they did not have any children . She had tried , especially on days when he was drunk , but all she seemed to get were the painful injuries he inflected on her whenever he pushed her away or threw something on her to express his anger, which he seemed to do most times . That did not stop him from fooling around though, as news of him and his mistress , Cecelia , her once best friend in high school , was something that never failed to show in the news everyday , it was like the reporters just wanted to see her broken , completely without any traces of repair . Cecelia had betrayed her , but she was still fine with it , as long as Author still loved her . Alas, he didn't .And it really was so sad that she was the only one who had to go through all these pains , all these heartbreaks , alone . But she promised herself she would end up being very fine in the end , hopefully . At least she had to try to be , for her own sanity and wellbeing .

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