Chapter 22: Chapter 22

“How could you do this?” The sound of my cries was muffled by my hand over my mouth to prevent me from humiliating myself further.

“You made me do what I never wanted to…” I sobbed.

He made me feel so repugnant as it feels like my soul can never be purified again. I felt immense hate and repulsion for him.

“I hate you so much… Why did you do this?”

He is the worst form of a human, he is a cruel guy with no compassion for anyone. I want to run away to a deserted place and cry out loud.

I want to be away from him as much as possible.

“Why? I thought that what is our marriage based upon, hmm?” He scoffed. Shut up. Shut up.

How in the world did he come to know I hate PDA in the first place? It’s like he knew what I hate the most and doing what exactly I despise.

“You married to please my lust if you remember. That is the whole point of it. So stop this whining.” He replied, displeased at my reaction.

“I know but I don’t…” I paused, wiping my tears.

“Why did you agree for it then? Did you not expect this?” His tone went lower, turning to me.

But it’s like he wanted to crush any chance of giving our relationship a chance- which never existed in the first place.

After struggling for a while, I stopped my cries and wiped my tears. I washed my face and sniffed to calm myself. I looked at him with eternal resentment.

"I hate you." I hissed.

He looked at me, a look of shock flashed in his eyes but it vanished the instant it entered.

"It's a toxic marriage." He said calmly, adjusting his tie.

“You wanted me to hate you, right? To show me, there you go. You did it.” I snarled, pointing my finger in contempt.

“I hate you more than my fucking Father.” I growled.

His lips part, brows knitted in confusion and controlling this, he breathed out.

“We just had an intercourse, we have done it before, we got married for this. You agreed, you signed. How many times do you want me to repeat that all of this is your choice?”

He was barely composing his posture, growing weary of my demeanor but I regret all of my choices now.

“Tsk.”

I looked at my reflection. I felt so shattered, even breathing is suffocating me.

“You humiliated me,” I hissed.

“Nobody knew anyways.” He shrugged.

“I don’t fucking care.”

He has proven that he is a devil with no feelings other than breaking people and receiving pleasure from it.

“Stop acting like this. What we did is no different from what we would have done at home.” He said nonchalantly.

“Then we should have done it at home!” I shouted but he put his index finger on his lips and gave me a stern look to shut me up.

“Up for round two? No. Then keep your mouth shut.”

He warned me which stiffed me in fear. Tears threatened to fall but I held them back and turned my gaze away from him.

“I hate PDA and you forced me to have sex with you right here in this sophisticated party.” I whispered, hugging my sides.

Ruthless beast.

“Woah, forced?” He chuckled dryly.

“I give all my consent to Mr Elvis, to please him whenever, wherever, however he desires.”

My heart skipped a beat when he spoke the most prominent term of our contract.

“But, I was not ready for it.” I reasoned.

“I believe I already told you before what I intend to do.” His brow raised.

“And we are here for an hour now because you are crying about what I literally finished in fifteen minutes to be quick.” He asked, folding his arms, demanding an answer.

“Why did you do this?” I asked in a broken voice.

“You took advantage of your rights, you deliberately did this to hurt me. Why?” My voice lost its strength, leaning on the counter, I pushed my hairs back.

Deep down I know the answer- To resent him eternally.

He walked to me, My heart skipped a beat in great apprehension about his round two talk. I don’t think I can take it anymore.

He put his hands on either side of me, I convulsed under his piercing gaze.

I gulped and didn’t raise my gaze. “Wear your clothes and do something about your appearance.” He ordered.

I shivered ferociously and gave him a nod. He moved back. I wore my dress again, I was trying to pull up the zipper but it was stuck.

After struggling, Christian helped me to pull the zipper. “I hate you.” I confessed, not lifting my gaze.

He didn’t let go of the zipper, I whimpered softly, looking the other way.

“I know, you should. I don’t deserve it for what I did all this time.” He breathed out but-

I didn’t understand the context of his talk at the moment. It meant much more.

“I hope you die terribly, your heart shattered, you break beyond repair.” I hissed with my tear filled eyes.

He truly was a disappointment over the course of several years.

He smirked but it didn’t last long.

He growled over my neck and said authoritatively, “Don’t you dare to tell your mother about anything which happens between us.”

I shuddered when I heard it. My heart picked its pace, scared to no extent.

He turned me to him and continued, “If You do-”

I quickly said, “I won’t tell anyone..” He hummed and pulled away.

I then made myself look presentable and was about to walk out but he held my wrist and walked out with me.

“Are you happy now?” I asked sadly. I bit my cheek and bear the revolting feeling in me.

With crushed dignity and a heavy heart, I was feeling utterly ashamed and depraved.

He stopped, with wide eyes and I felt a shiver emitting from him and traveling in me.

“Did it satisfy you?” I asked again knowing how his eyes began to flow with a strange ache but I wanted him to suffer.

I felt my world crashed and there's nothing left for me as I have lost myself in the pools of guilt, hatred and disgust.

We reached home and I held my tears so far.

“Sophie-” Christian tried to call but I ran away to our room and locked myself in the bathroom and began to cry out loud.

I let out the loudest cries of my life. I let out my sobs of despair. I continued to cry so loudly. I want to scream at my suffering.

‘You have given me those scars that will never heal. They left a deep mark of dis-relish in my heart.’

You have pushed me deeper in sorrows leaving me depraved. I leaned on the door as I fell on the ground, the sound of my misery was deafening but it seemed like it was ignored by everyone.

“What have I done?!”

I have to spend my life with a heartless guy who can easily overwhelm me in grief.

My body was burning in the fierce fire of everlasting feelings of hatred and contamination. I lost it all, I lost everything in this moment. His fire burned me.

Congratulations Christian, You were successful in defiling me. You broke me...

Christian POV:-

We reached home and Sophie ran away.

“Sophie-”

All the emotions she was trying to hold burst as she moved away and ran away to let out the misery inside her.

I remained motionless as I felt the earth beneath my feet swallowing me up.

I loosen my tie and sat on the sofa. I grit my teeth in anger because I did something that caused me to fall low in my own eyes.

I broke her.

What have I done? I promised to protect her.

I have protected her from this world all this time, I kept her safe and now I am the one who did to her.

“What the hell did I just do?”

I got so lost in the fear that she might be able to figure out that I want her to hate me and because of it, I lost my senses and did something that I never wanted.

“DAMMIT!” Cursing, I hit the table.

I tainted her, the look of deep detest and contamination was clear in her eyes. I just lost myself in those insecurities that are preventing me from saving both of us.

“What the fuck did you just do, Christian?” I covered my mouth with my shaky hands, lost in the bottomless pit of turmoil.

I didn't feel relieved this time, I felt broken. I felt repentant for my deed.

‘I went ‘too’ far. I shouldn’t have done this.’

I know she is too shattered to even see my face. I want to punish myself for doing something that never crossed my mind all this time.

No one heard, no one knows anything. I asked Tyler to make arrangements.

I just want her to break the single chance of being loved and in doing so, I corrupt both of us.

I stood up and went to our room to check up on her. When I held the door knob, the resonant sound of her cries reached my ears as I bit my tongue.

A tear pricked in my eyes, my heart skipped a beat in dread and I felt so imoral for doing something this low.

“I am sorry… I am so sorry.” I whispered.

How can I do this? The sound rang in my ears and I felt myself being deluged in penitence. But what's done is done.

‘Neither my repentance nor her tears can bring back her lost dignity now.’

The virtue I broke. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I shouldn't have done this.

‘Why did I put this stupid contract in the first place!?’

Filled with crushing remorse, A tear escaped from the corner of my eyes as I left the house filled with intense hatred and disgust for myself…

Fuck You. You heartless bastard. You pathetic excuse!