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Zade’s POV
For many years of our marriage, my wife has consistently refused to share the same bed with me.
She looks down on me because in this family, I am merely an undignified son-in-law by marriage.
However, on this particular night, she suddenly climbed into my bed and hugged me tightly.
I thought she had finally fallen in love with me, and we spent a wonderful night together.
But just as I was gently tugging the blanket over her,
she slurred out the name of another man.
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"You wretched animal! What do you think you're doing?! ARE YOU BLIND?!" Larl sneered at me, his eyes burning with dangerous fire.
I've done it. I really have.
"Do you know how expensive this shoe is?" He yelled, raising his hand and before I could speak or find a way to defend myself, his hand landed on my cheek.
The pain rippled through me, my cheeks burned so hot and the slap was so hard that I could see flickers of light flash right before my eyes.
I had mistakenly stepped on Larl's expensive shoes and that was because I was too busy trying to attend to everyone in the house and got blindsided.
Almost everyone in the Nelson family, including Larl, always took any open opportunity to insult and bully me, reminding me that I was worth nothing.
They wasted no time in letting me know that I was just the substitute son in-law who could pass for a trash bag and it wasn't their fault.
I was really nothing to them, I might be the son in-law of the family but only the family knows about me and to outsiders, I was a houseboy.
"I'm sorry, Larl," I apologized as quickly as I could as I took a step away from Larl who was already brimming hot with anger.
His eyes were red and I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that the little mistake I'd made was going to cost me a lot.
I swallowed down hard on the bile that had formed on my throat and proceeded to explain myself even though I knew it was going to be a waste of time.
I was going to get punished either way.
"I wasn't looking and—" SLAP! The loud sound of another slap filled the room and I staggered, I didn't even get the opportunity to finish my apology.
"Of course you weren't looking, you this poor soul and useless piece of trash!" Larl spat as he pulled me with the collar of his shirt.
His words stung like a sharp edged dagger and the way his fist tightened around my collar, restricted my airflow, causing me to have difficulty breathing.
"I spent over two thousand dollars on these new designer shoes and you, this peasant, just stepped on it like it was the kind of shoes that should be disrespected!" He snarled.
I could tell that he wasn't going to let it go, his teeth gritted, his brows furrowed and emphasized his anger as he clenched his fist before pushing it into my stomach.
My stomach curled and I spat out a tiny bit of blood as my eyes rolled and my vision blurred. The impact of Larl's punch had caused my knees to go weak and just when I was about to hit the ground, Larl picked me up again like I weighed nothing..
"This is unforgivable!" Larl sneered as he released me, causing me to fall to the ground as he began kicking me on the ground until I was covered with dirt and my own blood.
"You think a little apology is going to clean off the scuff you've caused on my shoes?!" He yelled and I couldn't say anything as pain rippled through him.
I'd gotten used to this treatment from my wife's family, they all treated me like O amounted to nothing just because I was raised in an orphanage and I'm a househusband.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Larl." I apologized desperately, I knew that I needed to apologize or I wouldn't get my allowance, one I desperately need for an important cause.
"Sorry won't cut it!" Larl snapped, his anger obvious in his voice. His breath was heavy as he stared at his expensive shoes.
"Lick the stain off." He ordered through gritted teeth and my eyes widened and I couldn't believe what he had just heard.
He wants me to lick the stain off his shoe?
"W— What?" I asked in disbelief, hoping that I'd probably heard him wrong and Larl hadn't really demanded that I licked the stain off his shoes.
"You heard me, trash! Why are you acting like you didn't?" Larl spat on me as he pressed his shoe to my face, "LICK STAIN OFF MY SHOE!" He sneered.
My eyes darted around the large room and despite knowing that I had no supporters, a part of me hoped that someone was going to tell Larl that he was being unreasonable.
"I— I can't lick off your shoe, Larl." I said, rejecting the order but that only brought me doom, bringing me an even worse result.
Larl kicked me even more, multiple times on my stomach and as he picked me up again, he punched me on the face so hard that it didn't take long for my face to get swollen.
My nose broke and my face was covered in blood, I clenched my fist in rage, I wanted to fight back but there was no way I could do that against Larl because of how incredibly strong Larl was.
Wincing, I took all of Larl's punch and when he let go of me again, I took more of his deadly kick while I laid helplessly on the ground.
"THIS LOSER IS NOT HAVING DINNER WITH US TONIGHT!" Larl declared and everyone immediately agreed with him.
My stomach growled in hunger, I needed to eat something because I'd been working so hard since morning but disobeying Larl would only make things worse.
I was forbidden from having dinner with the family or having dinner at all and was even sent to my room like I was some sort of teenage boy.
I felt dejected as I stared at my swollen, bloodied face in the mirror. It hurts so much, the fact that I got married into the family that thinks I amount to nothing hurts a little.
I was also a little mad but more hurt that they all thought he could never become a better man than I am now, they thought I couldn't amount to nothing and treated me like I was garbage.
The only reason I remained in the Nelson's house was because the Nelson family offered money for my benefactor, Mrs. Winkle.
Mrs Winkle is the owner of the orphanage that I grew up in and she showered me with so much love, she treated me with care and that was why I decided to look past the Nelson's family's horrible treatment.
Sighing, I laid on my bed with my eyes closed and hunger hitting me so hard that I could barely bring myself to sleep.
The sound of my door suddenly opening caused my eyes to fly open at once and I looked to see who it was.
I was startled, shock running through me because usually no one would usually enter my room this late at night, I was mostly always alone.
Who could it be?
I've been married to my wife for three years and despite that, we have never slept together in the same room because Jenna thought I was disgusting, she said it to my face too.
"Who is it?" I asked, squinting in the dimly lit room to look at the figure that was now approaching my bed, my skin crawled but I remained calm as I watched.
The person didn't say anything but it didn't take long for me to feel a soft body fall on me, she belched and her breath showed she was drunk.
I could smell that she was drunk already and I tried to move up a little to give her space but she pulled me back into herself and that was when I saw her.
It was Jenna, my wife of three years.
I was further surprised and caught off guard when Jenna started taking her clothes off until she wasn't wearing anything anymore.
She kissed me and I was stunned, my mouth dropped open as Jenna took the initiative, kissing me until I couldn't help but start kissing her back.
I couldn't believe what was going on, I'd thought it was a dream as Jenna and I had slept.
Laying on the bed right beside Jenna, I let out a sigh as my eyes remained wide open and with nothing else to do, I stared at the ceiling, still trying to process what had just happened.
Jenna and I just slept!
Shaking my head, I pushed the roaming thoughts out of my head and just when I turned over to hug her, I heard her mutter another man's name blissfully.
"Simon."
"Oh, Simon, I missed you so much." I listened as Jenna muttered in her sleep and I felt as if my heart was shattering as I stared at her.
I was taken aback, stunned but I couldn't possibly allow my pain to get the best of me as I stared at Jenna's sleeping figure on his bed.
Hearing her mention another man's name just after we slept was a little too much for me but I only managed to smile wryly and covered her up with my blanket.
I held off my pain as my smile grew wider and I slightly kissed Jenna's forehead before getting out of the bed and leaving the room.
I know very well that Jenna had a first love, a man she loved so much that she would never think of betraying him, called Simon and I also knew that she never loved me but it still hurts.
It hurts to be with someone who doesn't acknowledge you.
A knot tightened deep in my stomach and I felt as if someone had driven a really sharp knife through my heart, leaving it there and letting me bleed out.
Gently, I closed the door behind me and made up my mind to sleep on the couch since I knew that she would be mad if she woke up next to me.
"Simon, huh?" I chuckled bitterly to myself as I laid on the couch with both of my hands behind my head.
"He's lucky he has her heart." I said to myself, my smile was painful but I quickly shook it off and closed my eyes, preparing myself for what's to come tomorrow morning.
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The sound of a painful, resounding slap caused me to open my eyes at once and I almost jumped off the couch I'd been laying on.
My cheek hurts so bad and before I could recover from the painful, resounding slap that made my ear ring, another one came almost immediately.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING LAZING AROUND?!" A voice thundered, resounding in the sitting room and I looked to see my mother in-law, Lisa, standing over me.
Her anger was evident on her face just how furious she was with me. She looked as if she could yank my head off my neck any minute from now.
"You've been sleeping all day! How lazy can you be?" She scolded and I winced internally, "you laid on an expensive chair, don't you know you have chores?!" She scowled.
My eyes quickly took a tour of the wall and I saw that it was still 6AM but Lisa was scolding me as if I'd been sleeping off all morning.
I know I had chores, she didn't have to use such painful measures to remind me of it.
My body still hurts from the beating I'd gotten from Larl last night and my stomach growled, making me feel too weak to work because I didn't have anything at all yesterday and at night I had been forbidden from having dinner with the family.
"GET UP RIGHT NOW!" She sneered, her voice echoing in the sitting room as she didn't care that it was too early in the morning.
"Go to the kitchen and prepare a nice meal for the family!" She added and I immediately stood up from the couch to do as I was told.
I had thought that Lisa would get off my back if I got to work but instead she followed me to the kitchen, scowling and calling me names.
"An honorable guest is coming today so you need to clean the house too, I can't have it looking like a poultry." She added.
"Yes ma'am." I managed to say, obeying Lisa as I started doing everything I was told to do at once while Lisa finally left.
While I remained focused on cooking and doing the dishes, the sound of the kitchen door opening jolted me out of my thoughts and I almost broke a dish but thankfully, I was able to save it in time.
I looked behind me to see Jenna in the kitchen, her face was cold and a suggestion of annoyance lingered in her eyes. Her anger was obvious.
What happened? What did I do to anger her so early in the morning?
"Good—"
"Keep your nasty greetings to yourself!" Jenna yelled before I could greet her, her voice was coated with frustration and anger.
What have I done? What is she so angry about?
"What happened between us last night?" She asked, her voice was cold with no emotions and I only managed a small smile as I looked at her.
The memory of what had happened between Jenna and I flooded my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about it until I remembered the moment she called that name.
"You took the initiative, you brought it up and I merely followed your lead." I explained to her but that only angered Jenna even more.
She was so furious that her palm collided with my cheek in two resounding slaps before I could blink, it was the same spot that Lisa had hit not quite long too.
I winced, pain rippled through my face and aside from my ear ringing, I couldn't hear any other thing. I lifted my gaze to look at Jenna and she was breathing heavily, seriously.
"I can't believe my ears, when I woke up this morning in this trash's room, I'd silently prayed to the universe that it had all been a dream."
"I had hoped that me and this fool hadn't done what I was thinking," I listened, blinking as Jenna muttered those words to herself.
"I can't believe this. This human garbage slept with me and I couldn't stop it!" She kept muttering to herself.
She looked so hysterical, her eyeballs darted around and she looked like she was utterly disgusted with the thought of me and her and what had happened between us.
I couldn't blame her, after all, it must hurt and be so humiliating to wake up in the room of a man that's not the love of your life.
"How. Dare. You." She sneered at me as she shot me a hostile glare, her teeth gritted and it was as if being in the same room with me angered her even more.
"I WANT A DIVORCE AND I WANT IT NOW!" She spat out the words in a scornful way that showed her disgust for me and what we had done last night.
My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe that just that one time that Jenna and I slept was going to lead to something like this.
A divorce? Why so suddenly? Why is she bringing it up now?
Questions ran through my head and I had no answer to them. Prior to what had happened last night, I had done everything in my power to avoid Jenna.
I have done everything humanly possible to not get on her nerves so she wouldn't throw the word ‘divorce' around like it was nothing.
But, it seemed as though all of my effort to make this marriage work, all of my efforts to keep her satisfied without necessarily having to show her myself was all for nothing.
A woman like Jenna could never last in a relationship with a wretched man like me.
I couldn't bring myself to get mad at her, I always knew it was only a matter of time before our marriage ended and with that, I made up my mind to handle the situation properly.
"Okay, I agree, we should get a divorce." I responded calmly even though I was feeling the pain deep in my chest.
Jenna looked stunned, her mouth dropped open and it was as if she wasn't expecting me to agree to a divorce that easily.
"But I have just one demand," I continued and she raised an eyebrow, wondering what I could possibly ask for, "my only demand is that you must keep giving me money." I finished.
Jenna scoffed unbelievably as her jaw dropped and her mouth opened. The disgust in her eyes intensified and I knew that she must think I was asking for myself.
I didn't need her money, maybe I do need it but not for myself, I needed it to pay for Mrs. Winkle hospital bills and walking out of this marriage with nothing puts me at a disadvantage.
"You are so unbelievable," she sneered at me, "you really are nothing but a lowlife gold digger."
Did she just call me a gold digger?
I was speechless but I didn't want to explain anything because I didn't see the need for me to tell her why I needed the money.
"Look, Jenna," I started as I turned to face her properly, "I really just want to sign the divorce agreement now, don't make this harder than it's supposed to be." I finished.
"You want me to believe that you're going to sign the divorce agreement if I promise to keep giving you money?" She asked a little disgustedly and I nodded.
The money had been one of the reasons I got married to her in the first place, it wasn't as if our marriage was a love marriage.
If her grandfather had not approached me to be her stand-in husband because of the circumstances, I wouldn't have gotten married to her but along the line, I fell in love with her.
Along the line, I found myself hoping, wishing she would see that I'm no longer staying in it because I had to but because I wanted to but no matter what, I amounted to nothing in her eyes.
"Very well then," she scowled, her eyes heavy with the hatred she has for me and her irritation, "I'll get the papers." She added before leaving.
Jenna walked out of the kitchen to get the divorce agreement, and it was clear that she still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that I was really going to sign it.
Three minutes later, she returned to the kitchen with the agreement, "sign it!" She sneered angrily.
Jenna crossed her arms on her chest and she watched as I carefully went through the divorce agreement.
A small smile formed on my face when I read the papers and saw that the Nelson family would still pay me 3,000 dollars monthly.
"Sounds fair." I muttered to himself as I signed my name on the paper. Part of me was relieved and the fact that I would be getting money made me happier.
I really don't care for the divorce anymore, all I want now is enough money to take care of my benefactor and if I'm getting that then I'm more than satisfied.
I watched as Jenna stormed out of the kitchen in anger and just about the same time she left, the doorbell rang and I made my way to the door to answer it.
As soon as I opened it, a young man walked in. He seemed to be in his late twenties, he had a smart suit on and I didn't need to check the tag to tell how expensive the suit would be.
The man frowned as he walked past me like he couldn't see me and his eyebrows drew together when he saw the decorations of the house.
He eyed the decorations with disdain, his lips curling into a sneer and he scowled, his disapproval evident in the way his brows furrowed.
The color arrangement didn't seem to be impressive to him and I've heard the heavy scowl many times from Jenna and her family to know that he wasn't at all pleased with the decorations.
"Hey you," he sneered at me arrogantly as he looked around the house, he didn't seem like he had any idea who I was and probably thought I was just a mere housekeeper.
Like everyone who visits the house for the first time. They regarded me as a housekeeper before realizing that I was Jenna's husband and many of them don't realize it until they leave.
"What is this? What do you think this is? An outdated apartment?" the stranger scowled as he turned to face me with an angry look.
"The sofa doesn't match the curtains, the couch looks like what should be in a cheap guest house and don't even get me started on the curtains, it's outdated!" He sneered as he carefully scrutinized everything.
My teeth gritted in anger and my fist clenched as I watched this ‘guest' criticize everything in the house and acting as if he was the man of the house.
I hated his guts and at the same time I was confused that a stranger could walk in and start demanding to change things in the house.
"Who are you?" I finally asked calmly, my confusion showing in my voice but the man only looked at me and scowled disdainfully.
"Who do you think you are to be questioning me?!" The man sneered as he glared at me and just when I was about to answer, to tell him who I am, his eyes widened.
"It's you!" He said mockingly as he bursted out laughing, "you're that wretched husband." He added amidst laughter and my stomach curled.
I hated that his words were getting under my skin and I was getting affected as I watched him act so bossily around the house.
He knows who I am, who is he?
I couldn't understand his arrogance when he was only just meeting me for the first time. First, he walked in and spoke to me with no respect, as if I was a housekeeper and secondly, he walked around the sitting room like he owned the place.
The man laughed arrogantly as he tried to bridge the space between us, "I guess I should introduce myself now, don't I? My name is Simon Wesley and I'm about to be the host of this house." He said and my eyes widened.
Simon Wesley. Simon.
"And since I'm going to be the host of this house soon, I'm sure you know that gives me every right to be in charge of not just the decorations but everything in here." Simon finished.
I remembered that name clearly, it was the same name that Jenna muttered after we slept, the man standing in front of me is Jenna's first love.
I felt a pang of bitterness in my heart and my fist clenched as his teeth gritted. I couldn't wrap my head around all of this because it seemed to be happening too fast but that was when it dawned on me.
It all makes sense now.
The reason Jenna had brought up the divorce now made sense to me and I couldn't say anything as a sad smile took over my lips.
Jenna's first love is back so I have to go.
"You're Simon Wesley, I see." I said calmly even though I was breaking inside but I made sure not to lose my composure.
"Judging from your reaction, I can tell that you've definitely heard of me." Simon said mockingly as he closed the gap between us.
"I'm glad you understand, I was thinking that I might have to feed some sense into your peasant brain," Simon laughed, mocking me as he glared into my eyes.
"You were lucky enough to be Jenna Nelson's husband but that position is mine now and you'll be doing yourself a huge favor if you stepped aside." He threatened and I shuddered internally.
Smiling, I forced myself to remain calm even though I was hurting deep down and feeling really bitter.
I had gotten married to Jenna after she had gotten into an accident and slipped into a coma that was supposed to last a lifetime.
Her first love, the man she cherished so much, ran away and left her all alone while she was immobile and I, at the time, was working for Lord Nelson.
Lord Nelson seemed to have taken a liking to me because I took care of him and while everyone thought I was a poor loser, Lord Nelson treated me with love and care.
The man was even generous enough to pay for Mrs Winkle's hospital bills for some time and I just couldn't handle seeing Lord Nelson feeling dejected.
I agreed to get married to Jenna and took care of her even though everyone else thought that Jenna wouldn't be able to make it through, I took care of her.
It was a chore and sometimes a pain, she couldn't do anything herself and just when the Nelson family had started losing hope, Jenna miraculously regained consciousness.
The Nelson's family could never let the world know that their daughter, heiress to the fortune, got married to a nobody and that was why to the public, I seemed like a housekeeper.
That's also why Simon had ordered me around before realizing that I was Jenna's husband.
"Sign the agreements now or—"
"I signed it already, you don't have to worry about that." I said calmly and Simon's jaw dropped, he was stunned for a moment but he soon recovered.
"Great. I see you're not a total doofus," Simon laughed as he mocked me, "there's a huge difference between elites like us and poor laggards like you."
"Unlike you, I'm a perfect match for Jenna and you should just find a girl from the same slum you came from." Simon continued insulting me but I only kept rubbing it off.
The words cut at me like a sharp dagger and I felt the venom from his words rippling through me but I remained calm.
I only have one question. Just one question.
"You claim to love Jenna so much and that you're a better companion for her than I am. But if that's true, why did you run away when Jenna became a vegetable three years ago?"
Simon's face turned pale, his palm started letting out so much sweat as he tried to think of something to say.
A huge part of me felt like I already knew the reason he left, being with Jenna at that moment of her coma was a pain and so he took the easy way out.
He ran away.
"And what exactly is your business with that?" Simon quickly said defensively as he looked around nervously and I couldn't help but manage a small smile.
"It's none of my business," I responded coolly, "I just want to know why you ran away when you claim you love her, it just doesn't make any sense." I added.
Simon stiffened, I could see and hear his teeth gritting as he glared at me with blazing eyes, "that's because my sisters forbade me to get close to Jenna and forced me to go abroad."
"I would never have left Jenna because she's the love of my life, I lost my chance to marry her and that's why she ended up with a pauper like you but now that I'm back, she's mine." Simon finished.
I didn't say anything, I only shrugged and let out a sigh. I forced myself to feel happy for Jenna because I genuinely wanted to be happy for her because the love of her life is now back but I couldn't bring myself to be happy.
Our marriage might have been a mistake, it might have meant nothing to the Nelson's household but I genuinely loved and took care of Jenna.
I felt a pang of jealousy poking my chest but I didn't say anything as I only moved away from Simon, giving him more space to pace around nervously.
"Well, I signed the agreement already and I'm leaving the house soon." I said, my voice calm, low and carrying a little hurt.
"That's good!" Simon said behind my back as I walked away, "the Nelson's family does not need people like you staining the family name." He added.
I didn't respond, I only focused on walking and soon, I got to my room to start packing my things so I could leave the house like I had told Simon he would.
I let out a heavy sigh and my teeth gritted as I clenched my jaw even tighter. I felt useless but it wasn't entirely my fault.
I've always tried my best to do things so that people would see that I'm not only a good person with a kind heart but I'm also very useful and hardworking too.
I'm not poor because I want to be. I studied hard, worked hard and even helped out around the orphanage a lot so people could know my worth.
But nothing worked out for me and at the end of the day I always end up getting mistreated by people from the higher class.
Opening my drawer, I stared at the wooden box that was carefully tucked away inside it and I sighed again as I brought out the wooden box. I opened it and stared at the ring in it for a while.
The ring was the only thing my family left for me and I have cherished it with everything I had, I protected the ring and took it everywhere with me.
A loud sneer caused me to close the ring box at once and I clutched it tight as I looked to see that Simon was already in my room.
"What are you doing?!" Simon yelled angrily, "you're stealing something from the Nelsons, aren't you?" Simon accused with a sneer.
"I'm not stealing anything, this belongs to me and it's none of your business." I quickly defended myself as I held the ring box even tighter.
"Really? Like a low-life like you can afford to have something. HAND IT OVER!" Simon scowled as he stepped forward and tried to grab the ring from me.
I, without thinking, unconsciously pushed Simon away from me and he landed with his body support on his hand.
"Are you trying to break my hand?!" Simon yelled so loud that my ears rang, he looked as if he was on a mission to do everything in his power to bring me trouble.
The sound of approaching footsteps told me that his loud yell had gotten to Jenna and Lisa and it didn't take long for them to walk in angrily.
"What is going on here?!" Jenna's cold voice resonated through the room as soon as she entered.
She looked down and saw Simon on the floor and that caused her to become hysterical as her eyes turned red in anger and she rushed towards me.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" She yelled, slapping my face so hard that I could feel the pain, it was obvious that she was angry.
"Simon is an honorable guest and you dare disrespect him, you wretch!" Lisa fumed, both of them not giving me a chance to explain myself.
"It's not what you think, I didn't do anything wrong, he was trying to grab my—" I tried to explain but the only reasonable response I got was Jenna's disgusting sneer.
"He was trying to grab something? From you?" She growled sarcastically and even though I could hear the sarcasm, I still nodded.
"Yes, my ring and—"
"Asides from being a cheap gold digger , you're also a pathetic liar!" Jenna snarled, "Simon is from the Cavendish family!" She added angrily.
I listened as Jenna angrily told me that Simon was the adopted son of the Cavendish family and even though he's adopted, his family still loved him so dearly that if they should find out that I had done something to him, they would make sure I suffer the consequences.
"Apologize to Simon right now!" Jenna ordered, she was furious as she tried to help Simon up. I felt that painful pang in my chest again, I couldn't believe it.
The least she could have done was hear me out and not try to humiliate me any chance she got but that seemed far fetched.
Compared to Simon, I was nothing.
"You don't understand what it means to be rich, that's why that cheap, scrap ring seems so special to you!" She spat viciously.
"APOLOGIZE TO SIMON RIGHT NOW OR YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LIKE WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU!" She snapped.
I already don't like what's happening to me.
I shook my head slowly, I knew that the Nelson family would never support me and even though I was married to Jenna for three years, she would always choose Simon over me.
I was nothing but Simon's substitute and even in the three years that we were married, the one night that we spent together, Jenna had called Simon's name.
I tried to remain numb to the pain but nothing I tried worked, the more I saw Jenna doting over Simon, the more the feeling intensified and my teeth gritted.
Apologizing was one thing I didn't want to do, I couldn't possibly apologize to a man that saw no wrong in leaving a woman he claimed to love because she was in a vegetative state.
"You want me to apologize?" I asked, my confusion a little evident in my voice but my facial expression remained the same, there's no way I'm going to apologize to Simon.
"You're the one who pushed him first, do you not have any idea how powerful the Cavendish family are? You think they'll let this go?" Jenna sneered.
I knew I should have expected that no matter what I said even though Simon was the one clearly in the wrong, they would never see anything wrong with his action.
They trampled over me, treated me like I was nothing and for three years, I had endured all of their treatment but not anymore.
"Believe it or not but he made the first move and he should apologize to me because I've done absolutely nothing wrong!" I added but Simon only scoffed and Jenna sneered.
"You're really not going to apologize?" Jenna asked, her lips gathering in annoyance as she shrugged and shot me a glare.
"I'm not going to apologize when he's the one who clearly did the wrong thing!" I said stubbornly, standing my ground.
"Well then maybe you should say goodbye to that money you need from me desperately because if you want it, you must obey my words!" Jenna snarled.
I couldn't believe it, I wished I could do something to open her eyes and show her that Simon doesn't genuinely love her but no matter what, Jenna would only look at Simon and not me.
I also needed the money for Mrs Winkle's treatment or the hospital is going to stop treating her, I really can't afford to let her die.
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, I couldn't believe that I was going to apologize for doing the right thing.
I took a look at Simon who stood beside Jenna, holding onto her as if he was mocking me for not having that kind of access to her.
Mrs. Winkle's hospital bills, lots of other bills to pay. I had no other choice but to give in to the harsh reality and with a rough voice, I muttered, "I'm sorry."
The words seemed too big but I said it anyway and Simon sneered. He looked happy to see that the Nelson family supported him instead of me even though I was the one telling the truth.
"Are you okay, Simon? I hope you didn't get hurt?" Jenna asked, she was worried about Simon and as she helped him up, he placed his weight on her shoulder.
Simon scowled at me and mouthed to me that I don't belong with the Nelsons and he's going to make sure that I get kicked out.
I didn't say anything, I was going to leave the house anyway. I looked away from Simon and irritation settled in my stomach.
What angered me the most was the fact that he was acting generous and Jenna was falling for his fake generosity.
"I'm fine, Jenna," Simon said, his voice was calm and he sounded like he wasn't the one who had started trouble with me in the first place.
"Don't be too harsh on him, it was just a misunderstanding and I'll forgive him for your sake." He added and I felt even more irritated by him.
I couldn't believe that Simon was trying to act like a good person when he was the one who had accused me of stealing something and he'd also tried to grab the ring from me.
Scoffing, I looked away and put the ring in my pocket. I absolutely do not want to get caught up in anything that has to do with Simon and the Nelson family again.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, man." Simon apologized mockingly and Jenna and Lisa immediately forbade him from apologizing.
"You don't have to apologize to this fool!" Lisa was quick to say, "it's his own fault for being rude to you." She added and Jenna agreed.
"That's true, you don't have to be so generous all the time, I know how irritating he can be." Jenna said and Simon only smiled while I kept quiet.
I watched as Simon pulled away from Jenna but he winced almost immediately as he held his wrist and Jenna immediately became worried about him.
"What's wrong? Did you get hurt?" Jenna asked, her voice was heavy with worry and Simon let out a forced smile.
"I'm okay, I just sprained my wrist a little." He winced as he explained, Jenna immediately started taking measures to take care of him.
She wanted to help him walk and even though it was clear that Simon was lying, I couldn't say anything, I remained silent as I watched Simon keep up his act.
"You caused this," Jenna said to me through gritted teeth as she tried to help Simon, "go downstairs and find some ointments and bring it to my room so I can rub it on Simon's wrist." She ordered.
I couldn't say anything and only watched as Lisa and Jenna took Simon to Jenna's room so that he could rest while I looked for the ointment.
It didn't take long for me to find the ointment that Simon was going to use and I immediately took it to Jenna's room but I only saw Simon there.
I wasn't in the mood to engage Simon in a conversation that could get me in another trouble so I looked around in search for Jenna but she wasn't in the room with Simon.
"Where is Jenna?" I managed to ask after a while and it was almost at that same time that I heard water running in the bathroom.
I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me who was in there. My stomach clenched tight and my breath hitched a little as I tried to brush it off.
"Jenna is in the bathroom," Simon answered, "she's taking a shower and if you're sensible, you should leave right now." He added.
My stomach curled, I'd just signed the divorce papers and she was already taking a shower while there was another man in the room.
"Jenna and I are going to do something in this room as soon as she gets out of the shower." Simon added.
I didn't need any more explanation, I already understood what Simon meant by that and my stomach tightened in disgust.
I felt irritated and was disgusted by what Simon had just implied but when Simon met my gaze, he seemed to be delighted as an evil smile took on his lips.
"But, if you want to watch then feel free to do so because I have no problem with that personally." Simon continued teasing and mocking me.
"I don't know if Jenna will accept it but if she does then you can stay and see what is going to happen between Jenna and I on this bed soon." He finished.
I smiled wryly, the thought of what was going to happen on that bed later slammed my face hard but still, I controlled myself and after dropping the bottle of ointment on the table, I turned to leave the room.
I don't care about Jenna anymore because after-all, we're divorced, I don't care if she sleeps with Simon, all I want to do right now is to leave.
I could hear Simon laughing in Jenna's room when I walked out but I shut the sound out of my head and kept on walking.
Getting back to my room, I stared at it for a while and couldn't believe how long it's been. This is the room I had stayed in for the past three years.
Glancing around the room, I checked it carefully, there were only several clothes that I needed to take along with me since I don't really have anything much.
I pulled a suitcase out and started packing my clothes inside it and soon it didn't take long for me to fit everything into the suitcase.
I sighed to myself again as I closed the suitcase and I was about to leave when I heard a really loud, mean voice scream behind him.
"YOU FILTHY LOSER!" The voice shouted and I immediately turned to see that it was my mother in-law, Lisa, she rushed towards me in a fit of rage and scratched the luggage off my hands.
"What have you done?" She sneered, "this is a branded suitcase and you think you're worthy of it?" She scowled at me, her voice heavy with anger.
"I don't blame you, you seem to have forgotten your place." She gritted as she opened the suitcase and poured out everything I had packed.
"Use this!" She flung a recycle bag at me. I looked at the bag lying at my feet and I bent down to pick it up.
"That's where trash like yours belongs."
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