Chapter 4: What Did You Do?
Sarah
Back to wedding night...
I'm frozen in terror, naked and trapped under Matthew's muscular frame. His dark eyes bore into me with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. My heart pounds as he roughly spreads my legs, his intentions clear.
"Please, Matthew," I whimper. "Don't hurt me. Please."
He doesn't respond, just continues to glare down at me with so much rage and disgust that it makes me want to disappear. I try again, desperation creeping into my tone.
"Matthew, I'm begging you. This isn't you. Don't do something you'll regret."
A harsh laugh escapes him. "Regret? The only thing I regret is letting you force me into this so called marriage."
His words cut deep, but I push past the pain. I have to reach him somehow. "I know I made you lose the one you love, but this won't solve anything. Please, just talk to me."
For a moment, I see a flicker of something softer in his eyes. But then it's gone, replaced by that awful coldness again.
"There's nothing left to say," he snarls.
As he shifts his weight, pressing me further into the mattress, panic overwhelms me. This can't be happening. Not on my wedding night. I dreamed about making love to him endlessly. It was a distant fantasy now.