Vanessa 

I walked into my room, locked the door slowly and lay down on my bed crying. 

I didn't expect to be humiliated by him in that way, and to think that I had just given him my most precious gift, and he termed it as “Just sex," calling me a bed warmer.

I hate him so much already. 

I rose, walked down to my full-length mirror, looking at my dejected self.

“I won't cry over a man any longer. If I'm nothing but just a concubine to him, then so be it. I will do whatever pleases me. I said to myself.

I went into my bathroom to take...