Through His Eyes

William was not the man I had thought him to be, and he’d hurt me for the last time. I couldn’t endure anymore of the turmoil he’d been putting me through, the ups and downs, the unpredictable moods, the unfounded jealousy. There had been rumors about him and his last wife, about his being abusive. I didn’t know what to believe though, since he never laid a hand on me. It was quite evident that there had been some buzz worthy drama since everyone in the office advised me against dating him and then eventually marrying him. But I ignored them all, because we were a perfect match, at least it seemed so in the beginning.

I had been head over heels the first time I laid eyes on him. He was more than just handsome with his sea green eyes and tan skin; he made me feel special in a way no one else ever had. I’d never been tall enough or beautiful enough to be prom queen or anyone’s version of the “it girl” but on William’s arm I shined like a star.

Ours was a typical whirlwind romance that turned into marriage after only 6 months. It was all perfect until shortly after we were married when his possessive nature began to make its appearance. William suddenly began to not trust me and question my whereabouts every chance he got. I would get endless texts and calls whenever I wasn’t with him, wondering where I was, his accusatory words sometimes hurting more than his hand ever could.

But William always apologized, breaking down, begging for forgiveness, but I never understood why things changed so drastically and why he suddenly didn’t trust me. One…