The night that ruined me

Jane's Pov

A wave of headache hit me as I tried to remember what happened the previous day. I yawned and stretched my sore body on the bed. The memory of the previous day rushed to my head, and it made me smile brightly.

'Can't believe that I have finally consummated my marriage after three years' I palmed my face as I thought to myself shyly.

The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, and then my phone dinged! I saw a call coming in from my husband. I smiled heartily. "Why is he calling me from the bathroom?" I asked.

I heard that sex is one of the things that strengthen relationships. Maybe he can't think less of me to the extent that he is calling me in the bathroom.

Should I go and meet him there, or should I pick up this call?

'Let me pick up the call; he might need something in the bathroom,' I suggested.

"Jane, where have you been since yesterday night? How dare you leave the spot I asked you to stay in, and aren't you supposed to be at home by now?" He snapped angrily on the phone.

I didn't understand what was going on. I checked my phone screen, and I saw more than 50 missed calls on my phone.

I looked around the room, and I saw unfamiliar clothes. Tears began to fall from my eyes when I realised the person in the bathroom was a stranger. What did I do? How did I get to his room?

I quickly put on my clothes and left before the other man came back from the bathroom. He mustn't see me either.

The sore between my legs didn't allow me to walk properly, and my heart shattered, at my body being given to a stranger on my third wedding anniversary night.

I haven't had sex since I got married. My husband Alaric had Peyronie's disease, and we have been undergoing several treatments. I wasn't bothered because I had never had sex before. A common kiss we never had, except when I forced him to peck me. He said kissing would arouse his sexual desire and that would cause him pain internally. That was why we lived like brothers and sisters for 3 years instead of a couple.

Two days before our wedding anniversary, he told me he had been feeling better and that we would do it on our third wedding anniversary night. I was dancing in my stomach when I heard this. I was so glad that I would be a woman. My heart sank when I recalled what my friend used to say about the first time: the pain instead of enjoyment. I started researching how to make it memorable for me and my husband. I didn't think he had done it before either, so I didn't want him to feel any pain whatsoever.

I prepared myself physically, mentally and emotionally for him.

All I could remember was