Once Rejected, Now Desired! [Revenge of the Son-in-Law]

Chapter 2: Young Master

The last thing I could hope for for our three-year-old son, Noah, was to jeopardize his future and get disowned by her mother. I have no permanent job to earn money, family, friends to depend on, or even a house to bestow my son a better future compared to what her mother could offer.

So I learned real quick to swallow my pride.

I dropped to my knees without question. "Please, don't do this to me, Celestine. I'm begging you!" then I crept toward her heels, rubbing them to ease off the pain - my pain. "Everything is my fault. I'm so sorry, okay? Please, give me another chance. Swear to God, I will make it up to you."

"Enough, you useless son of a bitch!" She kicked me out of her feet which resulted in me stumbling on the tiled floor. I moaned from too much pain when my head hit the concrete wall. "Make sure to affix your signature before you leave this place, Zachary. Do you understand?"

"But, honey, please, give me one last chance, please?" I pleaded continuously. "I swear, I will not embarrass you to your friends again. And I will do everything to avoid it from happening. Even if I have to lock myself in this room. I'll do it. So, please, give me one more chance, I'm begging you."

I crawled back to her feet, but I was pushed away from her again and again. "After you sign these papers, I want to get away from this house without anything. Do you understand? And don't you dare come back because once our paths cross again, I will tell your parents about your lies?"

After letting out those words, Celestine evacuated the room and never returned, leaving me alone, bursting into tears and in unbearable pain.

I sank to the floor, clutching my chest as the heartache consumed me in whole. She even used the only thing that scared me the most - my parents - to her advantage.

She knows about me running away from my parents three years ago because similar to her parents, mine were also nothing but pure evil. But she knows that I have nowhere else to go anymore.

After taking things into consideration, I evacuated the room in a rush. I was about to pass through the living area when her parents, my mother and father-in-law, Divina and Roger, greeted me with that kind of face that is hard to draw.

Behind them were her younger sisters, Julian and Jelian. The four of them, if I was not mistaken, went on a trip to Thailand to celebrate the twins' eighteenth birthday in advance. But I did not expect they would get home ahead of their schedules.

All of them hate me to the deepest part of their bones for marrying Celestine, believing, a poor like me doesn't deserve to be part of their noble family to the point where they have done their best to get rid of me by turning me into their slave.

Since I got married to Celestine, they assigned me to work as one of the live-in houseboys. I cooked their meals, cleaned the toilet, and washed the dishes. But every time I made a mistake, even the smallest one, they humiliated me in front of their friends, colleagues, business partners, and everyone who visited the mansion.

"What do we have in the kitchen right now, Zachary? We're too exhausted from our trip. Prepare us something to eat." orders, Divina, the most heartless and manipulative mother-in-law I have ever known.

"Cook us our favorite dishes." Jelian hissed. She scanned me from head to toe with the tip of her brows bent upward, especially when I quickly removed those tears from my face to hide everything, "We don't need to remind you about those dishes. I believe you already know. Quick!"

"Chop! Chop! We're hungry," Julian clapped his hands before they grabbed their seats around the dining table, leaving me with no other choice but to set aside my idea of running away.

A part of me wanted to decline their request because I planned to leave the house eventually but I realized it would be the last time I would be cooking for them. I can see that they were all depleted from their long trip. So, why not?

In the middle of serving their food and drinks, Julian asked his mother. "Mom, do we have Celestine's business card here in the mansion? Our friends from abroad are coming tonight. I'll introduce our businesses to them."

"That's a brilliant idea, honey. However, I don't know," Divina replied. "Perhaps his ungrateful husband knew something about it, right, Zachary?"

A bowl of soup almost slipped off my hands when I could not believe Hilda would address me with sarcasm. Good thing my hands managed to hold it still before the soup could be sprayed out to their faces.

They should be thanking me as I prepared food for them. But then again, what else would I expect from her? No matter how hard I tried to fulfill my job in the mansion, I was nothing to them but a mere houseboy.

That would be reasonable if they paid me for all the things I've done to this rotten family for the past three years, but I only received endless insults, mockery, and humiliation instead.

"Yes, Celestine kept a few in her closet," I replied. "Wait a sec. I'll go get them for you." I was about to turn around but Jelian proposed to get them on my behalf since I hadn't completed cooking their dishes.

After cooking and serving all the food and drinks they requested, I could not help but frown when Jelian hadn't come back yet after getting Celestine's business cards.

Her business cards are not that hard to find. Jelian can see them right away once she stands in front of the drawer and uses her eyes properly. I was about to leave the dining area to call her when a hard slap landed on my face.

Hard enough my soul almost kicked out of my body and a tear rolled over my cheeks. Everyone in the dining area was caught by surprise, but none of them questioned Jelian for what she did.

I stood in front of her, my arms and legs trembling. Even if getting a hard slap or grabbing a handful of my hair from all of them was no longer new to me, the pain was still unbearable every time.

"What are you still doing here, you ungrateful son of a bitch?" Jelian hissed, then she fixed her eyes on her parents. "You are no longer part of this family, remember?"

"Not that I couldn't agree more, but what do you mean by that, honey?" Divina replied as they continued filling their mouths.

"Sister Celestine finally came to his senses," Jelian started confessing, the ear-to-ear smile on her face filled with pleasure and contentment. "I just found a duly signed divorce paper on her desk." then she slapped those documents on my chest.

Out of curiosity, her evil twin sister picked up the papers from the floor and took a glance at them. She smirked before giving them to Divina.

I dropped to my knees in front of Divina and Roger. So I begged, "Please, don't kick me out of the house, Mother... Father. You can make me your slave for the rest of my life. I have nowhere else to go."

As much as it pains me, kneeling and begging them was the only way I could see and spend time with my son. And I am doing this only for him. I can endure all their endless insults, mockery, and humiliation, but I can't afford for my son to live outside with me.

"Well. Lucky for you, I am in the mood right now." Hilda departed from her seat and grasped the tip of my chin, forcing me to look at her in the eye. "I'm not gonna kick you but on one condition."

"Mom!" Julian and Jelian blurted their disapproval in unison. "You, of all people in this family, wanted to get rid of him, have you forgotten?" Jelian added. "This is the perfect opportunity for you to do that. Kick him out of the house. He doesn't belong here."

"Please..."

"Sssssh," Hilda interjected. "Stop crying, honey. You're uglier when you cry. Don't worry I'm not going to kick you out of this mansion. You have nowhere else to go, right?"

I heaved an abrupt sigh of relief before I nodded my head. "Please, tell me what to do. I will do everything to stay in this house, Mother."

"Everything?" Divina grinned.

For the second time, I nodded in agreement. "Then lick my my shoes. If you bow before the Queen of this mansion, who knows? I might change my mind."

Roger couldn't care less. His undivided attention was focused on the food and drinks across from him. The twins, on the other hand, stopped arguing with their mom.

"You said you would do everything? Divina eagerly asked for clarification. "Lick my shoes, Zachary. That's all I ask from you. If you could do that, then you can stay, but of course, as our slave." then she released my chin. "Otherwise, you better get out of my sight before I call the security guards to drag you out of this place."

I hesitated at first as I looked deeper into her dark brown eyes, seeking justice for her proposal, believing everything was just a prank, but I couldn't sense it.

All I could see was her solemn expression. She wanted me to do it before she changed her mind so I lowered my face, closer to her feet. I was about to lick her feet but she pushed me away from her all of a sudden.

"Get out of my face, you ungrateful son of a bitch!" she yelled. "You're disgusting, don't you know that? We don't need you in our life. We are living peacefully without you. So, why would I let you stay furthermore when even my daughter already throws you away?"

Then she called the security guards to drag me out of the mansion by force. I kept begging them to forgive me for my son's sake, but no one listened. Instead, they continued their disrupted meals.

The security guards let go of me as soon as we reached outside the mansion. I was there with my knees on the rough surface of the ground, yelling, and begging them to let me in.

But even after a few attempts, I failed drastically. I was kicked out of the family for good which left me with no other choice but to walk on foot away from the mansion despite the heavy weight of the world that befallen me.

Luckily, I managed to walk a few meters away from the mansion. However, as I reached the edge of the main road, a car ran over me.

My body gradually fell to the ground but I caught a glimpse of an old man, his arms wrapped around me, holding me still. I look at his face, with the hopes that the person was none other than my beloved wife.

"Young master, are you alright?" he asked, his concerned and warm voice proving to me that my instinct and assumption were wrong.

The man's classic gentlemanly refined citrus scent was the first thing that I smelled from him. His was lightweight and too refreshing in the feeling. The feeling was too welcoming as if I just found solace from him even if his face was too unfamiliar for me.

"Should I call anyone from the mansion?" the man asked again, this time, he slowly crawled me toward the car across from us.

He was about to reach for his phone in his pocket, but I stopped him and uttered, "Take me anywhere apart from that place, please."

Luckily, I managed to breathe out those words before everything around me turned dark and my exhausted body finally gave up. I lost consciousness.