I can't remember why I got married.

The young lovely affectionate young lady I was had turn into a punching ball. All my dreams of a happy end have all shattered.

What more than a man can make a woman feel useless and lose herself.

I used to take all this in the name of love. Now I can't remember what it means to love. All I feel is hatred for a man I spend all my nights with.

Why can't I leave, why do I stick on this useless bastard?.

I am so empty inside!.

I am like a void!.

¶¶ Vivian POV ¶¶

I seat on the sofa very depressed bleeding. Not knowing the use of my life and existence. Not knowing to whom I can turn and explain how I feel.

"Will they understand me?. No, they won't. After all who can best understand your pains apart from you!.
Few will try yet they won't succeed.
If I voice it out many will use it against me later. I better keep it to myself.
They say marriage is for better and for worse. If I am still alive it means God has a plan for me!."
I got lost in my thoughts.

This is how I am always, lost in my thoughts.

"Mum, mum!."
He yells with his soft angelic voice nothing more to brighten my day.

He is the only reason I am able to smile again. He gives meaning to this my useless life.

"I am getting late for school, again!."
My 6-year-old son yells

"Sorry, eat your food!."
I rush into my room to fix my face with some powder and thick foundation.

Perfect Mr. Richardson's wife. The best couple in town. The example of a successful marriage. But is this true?.

However, it's what they all think of our union and that is it ok for me.

In public, I act and pretend like everything is ok. Always very beautiful and dressed in very expensive clothes, made by very famous stylists.

In my long and needle-like high hills. I walk very gently with a very seductive catwalk. They all crave for me.

I hide all...