Chapter 14%
I used to think that my marriage with Jason was going to be the ultimate expression of love, not some business deal or a tie of convenience.
But as we were together, I felt more like a puppet–controlled, living without any dignity
Jason liked me in white dresses, so that’s what I wore, even though I preferred simple jeans. He wanted me to have long hair, so I kept it long, even though I hated the feeling of having hot, stuffy hair in the summer.
He’d say it was for my good, that he was doing it to make me better. But really, all my preferences and desires were buried just to keep him happy
is the emotional abuse.
And then there was
Whenever we argued, Jason wouldn’t engage. Instead, he’d give me the silent treatment, ignoring my calls and messages for days, leaving me in a pit of anxiety and uncertainty
I felt like a little kid, begging for forgiveness for something I hadn’t even done. And the worst part was, he enjoyed the feeling of superiority.
He liked to torment me in bed, too…
There was a strange, almost perverse need for control, like I was just a toy for him to manipulate, to use however he wanted. He never cared about how I felt–only about his own desires!
I used to think this was love. I convinced myself that his need to control was because he loved me too much, that his emotional manipulation was just disappointment, that his silent treatment was to protect me, and that his abuse in bed was because he couldn’t help himself.
After all, his feelings run so deep.2
I was so naïve. I was a fool, a complete fool
Chase, on the other hand, is different. He respects my thoughts, supports my dreams, and gives me enough space to be me
He never pressures me into doing things I don’t want to do…
Instead, he always asks gently, “What do you want to do? Let’s do it together.”
He remembers what I like to eat and what i don t
When I’m down, he finds ways to make me smile. When I’m sick, he stays by my side, making porridge, feeding me medicine, and making sure I’m comfortable
When I’m upset, he stays with me, telling me jokes, and cheering me up until I’m laughing again. He’s the one who patiently listens when I have an emotional breakdown, comforting me until I stop crying.”
Chase makes me realize that true happiness isn’t about being confined–it’s about having the freedom to fly.
The next few days, we went to the Maldives.
The sun, the beach, the waves–everything was perfect!
Chase was wearing beach shorts, showing off his strong calves.!
Honestly, he looked so sexy that I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
We walked hand–in–hand along the beach, him occasionally bending down to kiss my forehead, making everything feel so right.
We went scuba diving, marveling at the colorful fish swimming around us, and then tried surfing, feeling the rush of the waves and the thrill of speed
Later, we lounged on the beach chairs, soaking up the sun and sipping coconut juice, enjoying the rare tranquility.
Every evening, we’d sit on the hotel balcony, gazing at the stars, and talking about our feelings.
He’d gently hold me, whispering sweat words in my ear that made me feel like a spoiled little princess.
I snapped a ton of photos, capturing all of our sweet moments. Chase took plenty of pictures of me too, saying I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.!!
I picked a few and posted them on my social media, with the caption:
(Enjoying the best time with the man I love the most]
Of course, the comment section blew up.
There were the usual well–wishes, some envy, and, naturally, a few sarcastic remarks.”
But one comment stood out–it was from Jason’s friend%
