The Billionaire's Wrath

Chapter 3 - Cruel Punishment

Not even a single word could come out of Milan's mouth as he stared at the sight in front of him.

His blood had run cold, and his mouth hung open in disbelief.

"You there! What are you waiting for?! Get to work!"

"Uh-yes, sir!"

Milan responded hesitantly as he walked into the dressing room he was directed to. Milan had dressed himself in a suit for the job his mother-in-law had offered him.

He didn't dare ask his mother-in-law what job it was as long as she said it would be enough to pay for her expensive teacup.

"Here are your gloves, buddy. You should really hurry up and change out of that suit. "

A worker said, chuckling and tapping him on the shoulder. Before the man could leave, Milan stopped him to ask again.

"So you're saying. We're going to be collecting garbage?"

The man chuckled.

"Yeah. You've never heard of garbage collectors before…geez what's wrong with this guy? "

The worker shook his head and left Milan alone in the dressing room.

Milan couldn't believe it. His mother-in-law had planned to punish him. He thought himself to be a fool that she could ever offer him a decent job when she hated him so much.

Once Milan was dressed up into his work clothes. He stared at himself in the mirror and sighed.

The sight in front of him was horrifying. He had lost so much weight ever since he had married Ella, the bags under his eyes were visible, and he looked weak and frail.

Milan sneezed into his handkerchief, still feeling sick. He didn't have any money to afford to buy any medicine for himself.

"It's okay. I can do this"

Milan said a few words of encouragement to himself when he felt like giving up before he walked out of the door hoping he wouldn't regret his decision.

…

The smell of garbage was indeed unbearable. Every single garbage Milan picked up had him questioning his life.

He wished he wasn't an orphan. If maybe he had parents and they were alive, he might not have had to suffer as much as he did all his life trying to survive.

Ella and her mother had punished Milan for every single day he spent married to her. Even if he wanted a divorce, Ella wouldn't even sign the papers. Worst of all, he couldn't even afford a divorce.

Milan hadn't done anything more than love Ella and it was like he was paying the price for love. She had cheated on him and treated him badly alongside her mother-in-law but she didn't want to set him free either.

Ella was indeed selfish and cruel.

"Here's another one, buddy."

A garbage bag is thrown at him, but Milan, lost in thoughts, fails to catch it. The bag falls on the floor, and the contents are spilt all over the ground.

"Where's your head at, man!"

A worker yelled at him, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry."

Milan was so lost in his thoughts that he wasn't focused on his job. It wasn't like he could even focus with the pungent smell from the garbage they loaded into the truck.

Milan wondered how the workers did the work so effortlessly without even complaining.

Milan held himself back from puking when he was told by their superior to pick up the contents on the floor and put them into a bag.

As Milan crouched down to pick up the contents. He held himself back from throwing up with the stench from the rotten food on the floor.

Everything disgusted him, and his hands just couldn't move to pick any of them up despite the gloves he had on.

No matter how he tried to close his eyes and forcefully do it, he just couldn't.

"Yo man!, what's your problem! You're holding us back. Hurry it up. Let's get a move on. We got a lot of work to do tonight!"

One of the men shouted, and soon, the rest of the workers yelled at him to hurry up.

Milan couldn't take it anymore, he knew there was no way he could do it, so he did what had been in his mind ever since he had started the job.

He ran away.

Milan ran away, not even looking back at the workers who yelled his name.

Milan didn't even know where he was running to, but he kept his feet moving until he could no longer smell the pungent stench of the garbage.

He ran aimlessly as he wished his life didn't have to be so miserable.

"Hey, watch out!"

A loud screeching sound was heard alongside the sound of a honk. People screamed while the car headlights shone at him like a star.

Milan was frozen in shock as a car drove with full speed towards him in the middle of the road.

Milan saw his life flash before his eyes. He wondered if that was how he was going to die. Useless, miserable, worthless.

He wondered if anyone would even know his name after all. He didn't matter to anyone.

A gasp escaped his lips before he was pushed out of the road by someone, causing him to fall on the ground.

Milan's body was bruised across the rough road, causing him pain. His head made a slight impact with the hard concrete floor, causing a sharp pain in his head and his vision to go blur.

Screams were heard from people around, but it all sounded distant to Milan. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he felt blood trickle at the back of his head.

A figure was above him breathing heavily, but he couldn't make out the face of the person. Milan believed the figure must have saved him from harm, but he could barely see a face.

Milan struggled to speak the last words that he had managed to choke out as his curiosity got the best of him.

Milan's managed to spit out his final words before he blacked out.

"W-Who are you?"