Dropping The Crown

Chapter 1: Hell At Home

Adani's POV

"I can't take your shit anymore! WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?" he yelled at me right before striking me across the face. I hit the floor with a loud thud and he took that opportunity to kick me in the stomach.

Ouch!

"Get the hell up, Adani!" he shouted again. He pulled me to my feet by my hair, strands of hair yanked from the scalp.

A trail of blood escaped from my lips and rolled down my chin. His hazel green eyes narrowed in on me.

"Get yourself clean up. You look like shit," he ordered and shoved me into our bathroom.

My trembling fingers turned the shower on. The water came down like a raging bee attack, causing a sting as it met my wounded lip. I striped from my clothes, stood in one place and allowed the water to drench me as I somewhat managed to get myself cleaned up.

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I got out the shower, dried myself off and got into a robe. I went back into the bedroom and found Wayan getting dress.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm going out. Don't wait up for me."

"Where are you going?" I asked. He turned in my direction with anger.

"Did you just question me about my whereabouts, huh?"

I gulped.

He walked over to me and I stepped backwards against the bedroom door.

"What have I told you about questioning me?"

"That I shouldn't, but as your fianceé, I should know where you're going. It's late. What if something happens to you, Wayan?"

"What good would you be if something happens to me, you're useless!"

I nodded and he moved pass me and went out the door. I heard the slam of the front door as he made his exit from the house. He got into his car and drove away.

I heaved a sigh and sat on the bed, looking at myself in the tall body-mirror across the room. Tears welled up and slipped from my eyes as I stared at my reflection.

This wasn't the way things were supposed to be and this wasn't the man I fell in love with right after college. Wayan was a sweet, caring and loving human-being. We've been together for six years and were engaged for two and a half. We bought a house together and had our respective vehicles.

He was a supervisor at his job and made a decent income.

He didn't want me working. He made me quit my job and supported me financially but that reduced over the past few months.

I tried my all to please my fiancé and to keep him happy but for some reason, he just wasn't. I felt so alone in this engagement. Alone and beaten.

"Maybe I should cook his favorite meal as a surprise for when he gets back," I said to myself. I picked myself up and went into the kitchen. He loved meatballs and spaghetti topped with parmesan cheese.

When I was done preparing, I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down on the couch with the television on.

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The next morning, I found myself in our bed. I sat up quickly and looked around. I must have dozed off looking at the TV while drinking. 

I drew the curtains open a bit to let in the rays of sunlight. He entered the room, wrapped in a microfiber robe.

"Good morning," I greeted him.

"Morning," he answered dryly.

"I made your favorite last night. Did you eat it?"