If Only She Knew - Season 1 - Episode 27

4 years ago

If Only She Knew - Season 1 - Episode 27

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“We will finish this at home,” he started the car.

His eyes on the road. She didn’t want to be with him anymore. She regretted ever leaving Andrew.

The drive along the busy roads was fast and painfully silent. Each time she looked at him his stern profile hinted at the anger he held in check.

Each passing second became tenser than the
last, the air more laden and heavy, and she breathed a sigh of relief as their house came into
view. Max parked the car at the garage. Within seconds of them stopping he was out of the car and at her door. He opened the car door for her. He took her hand and led her. He walked inside
the house and pushed her on the sofa. Dropping his keys onto the table, he took off his jacket and
tossed it over the back of a large black leather sofa. Unable to keep her eyes off him, she watched
as she loosened his tie. He poured himself a glass of wine and downed it all in one go. Emily
resigned herself to the situation and sat down silently.

“You were saying?” he placed the water glass on the table.
“I said I want a divorce.”
“This is a game to you, isn’t it?” He wasn’t in the mood for jokes. “You left your husband and came
to me, now you want a divorce.”

Emily didn’t answer. In her chest her heart was pounding, and a whole stream of butterflies had
taken flight in her stomach.

“I want to go, Max,” she fired at him, her heart thudding so loudly she thought he might hear it.

“We should never have married. I was stupid to think it could work.”

“Stupid to try and deceive me, that’s what you mean, is it not Emily?” His words were slow and
very deliberate.

He inhaled deeply, his handsome face becoming sharper than she had ever seen.
“I am not going to divorce you, Emily. Never. This conversation is over,” he stood up. “You are
stuck with me, trapped, stranded. Any word you can use. I am not Andrew. You will never treat me
like some kind of a dog.”

“Just admit it’s time we went our separate ways, Max. Things haven’t worked out,” she hesitated
for a moment. “We have both been deceived, let’s leave it at that,” she sounded tired, as if
struggling with defeat.

“You are my wife, Emily and as such I want you with me until death do us apart.”
“I don’t love you Max. I never did.”
“So you openly admit you married me for money?”

He maintained his angry defence anything other than accept what the raging pain inside him might
mean.

“Yes, I did!” she flung the words at him. ” You are different from Andew. It was a comfortable love.
Not the way I love you.”
“So you have been lying to me. How you felt about me?”

“There were times…,” she paused, feeling heat spread across her cheeks as she remembered
their first night together, the passion they had shared. That night there hadn’t been any pretence,
any acting on her part. She swallowed hard and continued. “There were times when it was real.”

“Let me tell you something. You don’t just come in and out of my life as you please,” he twisted
her arms forcefully behind her back. “I am not Andrew but Max. You will never leave this house or
get any divorce. We didn’t have this conversation. Did We?”
She kept quiet for a while.

“I said did we?!” he shouted.

“Nooo No!”
“Good! Let’s go to sleep,” he walked with her to their room.

They got inside and slept. She tried sleeping but could not. Images of Andrew and Shania had haunted her sleep.

The next following day Max locked the door when he left for work. She sat on the sofa crying all
day. She was not happy anymore. She had no friends since she was always locked in the room.

Late at night as they sat on the table having dinner with Max.

“What the hell is this Emily?” asked Max angrily.

“Pardon!”
“There is so much salt in this food. What kind of cooking is this?”
“Max. If you don’t love what I cooked. Get up from the chair, take your car keys and drive to your
cousin brother’s restaurant,” she spoke rudely.

Did she just talk back at him? He stood up from the chair and walked to her. He slapped her really
hard on the check with the back of his hand.
“You disrespecting me, woman. Andrew didn’t teach you any manners. Did he?”
He took his belt and flogged her.

“Max! Stop!” she pleaded.

“”You disrespecting me, Emily. You need to be taught how to respect a man,” he said to her.

He repeatedly beat her until she no longer made a sound. That night she slept on the floor in their
room. The next following day he made breakfast for her and apologised for beating her up.

“I was hoping today we will go out for lunch,” he said early that morning.

“Sure!” she agreed and faked a smile.

At around 1pm, he drove the car at the restaurant. He had to go to work for an emergency. He left
Emily in the restaurant. She had her eyes fixed on the phone. When she walked up to her.

“Hey, Emily. We meet again,” she said smilingly.

“Hey, Shania. Is it?”
“Yes!”
“What are you doing here?” asked Emily
“I am here with Andrew and the kids. They are sitting over there. Would you like to see them?”

“Yes, I would.”