Aurora Leila Scott was an ambitious, confident, out-going woman. But that was before she met her husband of two years. Aidan Carter Scott was a handsome, wealthy man. He worked as C.E.O at one of the top businesses in the state. All the men wanted to be him and all the women wanted him. Aurora was twenty three, Aidan twenty five when they first met. It had been something that you would only see in movies. Eyes meet from across the room and click it was instant attraction. They talked, stared, talked, and ended with Aurora giving him her number. They talked on the phone for a couple of weeks before actually going on their first date. He was so sweet and charming; opening doors for her, pulling out the chair for her. In Aurora's mind he was every woman's dream. One date lend to a second. Third. Ten. And then the proposal. Too many people thought that it was probably way too fast to decide if you wanted to marry someone but Aurora was all but head over heels for Aidan and he with her…or so she had thought. It was an automatic yes when he asked her right under the moonlight of a romantic dinner he'd set up at his home. Excitement was all Aurora could feel at that time. Calling everyone she knew to tell them the great news. Everybody's response was a positive one because they all approved of Aidan. He had charmed his way into the family already. A year later, the Wedding was upon them. She'd seen Aidan frustrated and mad but one night he took it to another level by punching the wall. Aurora had jumped out of her skin seeing the look on his face but was quickly assured that he was just stressed about the wedding. Aurora believed him. Cause she was too. If she had only taken that as a sign of what was to come then she wouldn't be where she was now.

"Mrs. Scott your husband is on the phone. He wants to speak with you." Rosa, one of the maids informed Aurora.

Aurora looked over from where she laid on the bed. "Thank you Rosa." She said softly.

Aurora waited until she heard the door click shut before she picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Is that a way you should be greeting your husband?" He asked bitterly over the phone.

Aurora sighed. "No, I'm sorry. Hi honey, how is your day going?" She grimaced at her sad attempt. She could all but see his grin over the phone.

"There you go. I just called to tell you that some of my co-workers are coming over tonight. So make yourself presentable will you?" He informed with a short order.

"Yes. I will. I'll make sure the maids have everything cleaned." Aurora said as she sat up in bed.

"Yes you will. And wear that Green halter dress. You'll at least look decent enough next to the women coming over." He said in such a tone to where you could tell he was actually being serious.

Aurora put her head down. "Okay. How many people are actually coming?"

"Don't worry about it. It'll be around six. So be ready by then." Was his last order before all Aurora heard was dial tone.

She crossed her way to where the mirror stood in the corner of the room and just stared. It had all started when they got married. Him ordering this and that. It was little typical things that any husband or boyfriend would do but he started telling her how she should dress and if he didn't like it he'd let her know with the utmost disrespect. He even paid someone to buy her an all new wardrobe that only he could approve of. Seeing that he was a wealthy man he was always having functions and he always made a point to correct whatever she did wrong. If it was the way she sat, the way she ate, the way she talked. If she were to do a good job he'd give her a 'Good Job Honey' as if she was a dog who'd just completed a trick. Her self-esteem was being broken down little by little, inch by inch. But here she stayed.

Poking her head out of the bedroom door Aurora got the attention of Rosa. "Rosa. Mr. Scott is having his co-workers over tonight so can you and the others have everything done earlier today?"

Rosa nodded her head. "Yes. Mrs. Scott. I'll let them know right now."

Aurora watched her head down the hall before closing the door. And if they didn't do a good job she'd pay for it later on. Lifting up her shirt Aurora touched her most recent bruise. He'd accompanied his hand along with words to let her know how he felt. It started out with one slap here and there. That had eventually led to punches. He'd always apologize telling her that he loved her but turned it back on her saying that he was only doing it because she'd always make him mad. In time she'd come to believe that it was her fault. That's why she'd have to do what he said tonight. Make him happy.

"I'll ask you God tonight that I may make my husband happy and that he will not raise his hand to me." She prayed finishing it off with the sign of the cross that showed her Catholic faith. She didn't go to church but prayers had been her only calm. Her mother and father didn't know what happened behind closed doors. They still saw Aidan as the charming, handsome young man who'd wooed their daughter. She had many chances to tell but hadn't. She'd always wait until her bruises cleared before going to visit. No one knew. Aurora was alone and empty but alone and empty didn't stop her from loving Aidan. And she did. Every time he hit or verbally abused her she always reminded herself that he was her husband and that she loved him.

For better or worse. Till' Death do us part …

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