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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Fiancé?" Elvis looked on in confusion.
As soon as Leslie and Roy got to the front, Roy drew Leslie closer to himself and kissed her while everyone continued to cheer.Finally realizing what was going on, Elvis could no longer bear it, "What the hell are you all talking about?! I'm... I'm Leslie's husband! How can Roy be Leslie's fiance? Are you all insane?"
Elvis's words seemed to be swallowed up by the cheers of everyone present at the party.
"Leslie and Roy will be getting married in a couple of months!" Mrs Dwayne continued.
At this announcement, Roy and Leslie kissed even more passionately as Elvis's face turned red with anger.While Elvis moved closer to the front, the room erupted into more commotion. Everyone present at the party walked to the front, their faces beaming with joy as they congratulated Leslie and Roy.
"I said, I'm Leslie's husband!" Elvis spoke even louder as he moved to the front, perhaps he wasn't heard initially. Roy looked at Leslie in bewilderment, his eyes full of questions.
Leslie had told him that she was single and yet to be married, so how come someone was claiming to be her husband?
"What?! Who is this idiot?! And who brought him in here?" Mrs Dwayne growled with an indignant face. Her face signalled hatred and disgust as if to pounce on Elvis.
"I don't get it. Who brought this mentally derailed man into this gathering!" Mr Dwayne responded from where he stood, looking provoked and furious. Then suddenly, Elvis felt someone grab his hand.
"You fool! Get the hell out of this place!" It was Greyson, Leslie's cousin. Before Elvis could react, he dragged him from the front and pushed him out of the house. Roy looked on in surprise, still confused at the scene playing out before him.
"Honey... sorry about that. That's one of my father's servants. I think he's mentally ill. He does some crazy things for a few minutes and then returns to his normal self after a short while.
"What he just did was a manifestation of his illness," Leslie tried to explain to Roy.
"That was quite weird," Roy responded as he managed to process all that just happened before him.
Elvis stood outside the house, rooted to a spot, with fists clenched tightly. He couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment and disappointment.
He was referred to as someone who was mentally derailed, and as if that wasn't enough, he was kicked out of the Dwayne family house like an outcast.
He felt like storming the Dwayne family house to alter the event and show his displeasure, telling the guests present that he was not mentally derailed, but lawfully married to Leslie, but he managed to restrain himself.
While he was still feeling dejected, he suddenly remembered that it was his work time.
Elvis had three different low-paying jobs, and he had two more to complete before midnight! He looked at his old and rugged wristwatch. It was 3 pm.
He quickly left the Dwayne house premises and before long, he found a taxi. He checked his pocket, he only had five dollars left.
He had sent his entire savings in the last five months to Leslie's account some days before so that she could purchase a dress for Mr Dwayne's birthday party. And all that was left with him was just $5!
He hurried on to the hotel where he worked as a cleaner. He had only worked for twenty minutes when he heard a voice call him from behind.
"Elvis, where is your uniform?" It was his colleague, Pete.
"Oh..." Elvis muttered as he remembered that he didn't bring his uniform along to work to change.
The hotel manager never joked with such things. He had witnessed the sack of two of his colleagues in the last days he worked at the hotel.
They were sacked because they were not in their uniforms.
Elvis dropped the mop in a corner and hurried home to retrieve his uniform before his manager would arrive.
On his arrival home, he met a pair of male shoes and his wife's shoes at the entrance. He wondered who the owner of the male shoes was since no one else lived with them.
Just as he walked into the house, he heard some faint sounds. It sounded like moans.
"What's happening here?" Elvis thought as he moved closer to the room where the sound was coming from.
The room door was left ajar, and his eyes caught a glimpse of the female undies lying on the floor, then a pair of boxers.
Impatiently, Elvis looked up and saw his wife in bed with the same man he had seen at the party - the man who was introduced as Leslie's fiance.
They were so engrossed in their lovemaking that they didn't even notice him enter. "What the hell is going on here?" Elvis exclaimed.
The sound of his voice alerted Leslie and Roy.
"What?" Leslie looked up as she tried to adjust herself quickly. "Isn't this the servant...?" Roy muttered under his breath."What are you doing here? And how did you get into this place?" Leslie asked as she tried to cover herself up with the blanket.
"How dare you ask me such a question? How dare you?" Elvis replied angrily.
"Hey, idiot! Don't try anything funny. Now, get out of here!" Roy commanded as he motioned to pick up his phone to call security.
"Don't dare to call security. And what makes you think I'm her father's servant? You have the guts to sleep with my wife on our matrimonial bed and you pick up your phone, wanting to call security on me?!"
Roy looked irritated and confused, facing Leslie for an answer. "Darling, how did this fool manage to get into this place? Wait a minute... I thought you told me he was your father's servant, or is there something you aren't telling me?!"
"Roy... ... no. It's not what you think," Leslie said looking sober, then she quickly turned to face Elvis in anger.
"Now, listen, you idiot! Get the hell out of this place!" She screamed in anger.
"You're unbelievable, Leslie. What in the world do you think you're doing to me as your husband? Instead of being sorry..."
Pow!" Elvis felt a huge slap on his face in an instant.
"I'm not your wife, and I can never be, you loser! I'll call security right away," Leslie threatened.
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"Fiancé?" Elvis looked on in confusion.As soon as Leslie and Roy got to the front, Roy drew Leslie closer to himself and kissed her while everyone continued to cheer. Finally realizing what was going on, Elvis could no longer bear it, "What the hell are you all talking about?! I'm... I'm Leslie's husband! How can Roy be Leslie's fiance? Are you all insane?" Elvis's words seemed to be swallowed up by the cheers of everyone present at the party. "Leslie and Roy will be getting married in a couple of months!" Mrs Dwayne continued.At this announcement, Roy and Leslie kissed even more passionately as Elvis's face turned red with anger. While Elvis moved closer to the front, the room erupted into more commotion. Everyone present at the party walked to the front, their faces beaming with joy as they congratulated Leslie and Roy. "I said, I'm Leslie's husband!" Elvis spoke even louder as he moved to the front, perhaps he wasn't heard initially. Roy looked at Leslie in bewilderment, his
