Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (rosie project TXT) 📖

I continued to lie on my sofa without sparing him a glance and keeping my eyes glued to my phone. As if he doesn't exist. He didn't spare me a glance either and went straight to his closet before entering the bathroom. That stung. Him treating me like trash. Like nobody. like a bane. This pained me more than the bruises he gifted me. I was trapped in a loveless marriage. No scratch that. A marriage that was based on hatred and loathe.

And I..despite being assaulted by him a number of times, couldn't bring myself to stop holding expectations from him. I wanted him to give this marriage a chance. To give us a chance. But that didn't seem like a far-fetched dream now. 

He came out wearing his sweatpants. Again bare-chested. He turned around to open one of the drawers when I saw that. My eyes bugged out of their sockets when they fell on numerous scars strewn on his back. My forehead puckered as I observed the marks without blinking. Some were big in lengths and some were small. They looked old but still harrowing.  

Who did this to him? I couldn't help but mutter under the breath. My eyes trailed down to register a tattoo covering the lower half of his back. I narrowed my eyes to figure what was it. A Pheonix. He carried a tattoo of a phoenix. It was complimenting his body. Making him look even more desirable. This was the first time I was seeing his back. But I hadn't expected something like this. Who could do this to a man as mighty as him? His family? Mrs. Knight? No. That's not possible. She is a sweet little woman. Then maybe Mr. Knight? I discussed this with myself. His father had died years ago. I don't know how but one thing that I had noticed was his eyes turning cold whenever Mrs. Knight talked about her husband. So, is that the reason why he is so cold and hard? 

A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to imagine what he must have gone through. I was so lost in my own mind that I didn't realize when he had turned around and was pinning me with his hateful glare. 

"What are you looking at?" he spat venomously