A while later, as Bryson slowly regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a heap of stuffed sacks, a dark bag tightly over his head. Through the tiny holes in the bag, he could make out the blurry shapes of people surrounding him. As he groaned, their laughter erupted, a cacophony of taunts echoing in the unknown warehouse. Amid the laughter, they removed the sack bag, revealing Bryson's disoriented face. Blinking against the sudden light, he realized he was surrounded by a dozen men, each wielding a menacing weapon. Struggling to orient himself, Bryson demanded, "Who the hell are you people?" The apparent leader, a menacing figure, approached, and with a cruel smile, kicked Bryson. Reacting swiftly, Bryson retaliated with a headbutt, catching the leader off guard. Enraged, the others descended upon him, delivering blows and kicks. Just as Bryson felt the weight of the assault, a commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Let him be, guys." The assailants halted immedi
As the echoes of Bryson's screams lingered in the darkened warehouse, the gang leader continued his assault, reveling in the brutality. Bryson, battered and helpless, gasped for breath between the relentless blows. During the merciless beating, Bryson managed to mutter defiantly, "You think this changes anything? You bunch of fools are as weak as Clinton!"The gang leader scoffed, "Maybe not, but you will never stand in our way again." Meanwhile, in her room, Ainslie continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror. The elation that had gripped her moments ago began to wane, replaced by a subtle unease. The reality of the violence unleashed on Bryson began to sink in, and the twisted satisfaction she initially felt was now clouded by a haunting realization. As Rose left Ainslie's room, concern etched on her face, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The atmosphere within the Pegasus mansion had shifted, and Rose couldn't ignore the unsettling aura that per
"Mr Bryson, here you go," the manager of King's Paints factory said, shoving an agreement document on his desk to Bryson Wyatt. "If you're okay with the job I've offered, do well to sign the document."Bryson dropped his gaze at the document. He was speechless and dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do or say.He had come here for an interview with the hopes of getting the position of the paint factory's manager but was offered the position of a delivery man for the factory.The manager was getting impatient as Bryson kept staring at the document without uttering a word. He arose, feigning annoyance and said."Hey, Bryson, if you are not ready or interested in this job then please leave my office. I am sure there are many other men out there who would gladly come in after you go to take this job offer. You are actually wasting my time now, Mr Wyatt.""I am sorry, sir. I am just a bit surprised because I had come for an interview for the position of a manager in this factory. I had no
Bryson slowly arose as water droplets dropped from his face. He couldn't believe that his wife who was just loving and sweet a while ago was the one who poured water at him.He looked at her and wondered what got into her that made her do what she just did. He saw gee fuming and breathing fast and he knew she was greatly upset."You took the job of an ordinary delivery man? Are you crazy?" Ainslie asked in astonishment. "I can't believe you would be so foolish to take such a low job.""I'm sorry, Ainslie but I had no other option. I sincerely hope that you still believe in me and that you are not disappointed in me.""Disappointed in you? Hell yes! I'm greatly disappointed in you, Bryson. How could you do this? You know what I've done for you? The sacrifices I have made for you? And what I've left for you? I went against my family and decided to marry you. We got married last month and now this? You took the job of a delivery man? Are you mad?""I'm sorry, my love. Please don't get up
Bryson was shocked by what his wife, Ainslie, did. He couldn't believe she would utter such hurtful words to him and act so inhumane."Is that really Ainslie?" He found himself asking the question to no one else other than himself. He was really marveled by the way she had acted towards him earlier and now. He thought for a while and shook his head. "That is not my Ainslie. She is not like that," he said to himself. He did not believe that whatever Ainslie did or said was intentional for he knows she's not like that.He recalled the food times they had had and how he had come to know of her.Years back, he had only gotten a scholarship to study in one of the prestigious universities in New York and that's how he came to know of Ainslie. He was the brightest and brilliant person in their classes back then and that's why every other student, especially the guys, disliked him. Though Ainslie was part of the people who looked at him in a wrong way, that changed when he helped her with an
After over three minutes of silence, Bryson watched his wife sit down. He thought she had cooled down and so he put on his socks. He stood up to talk to her and she jerked up like a plane taking off, startling him."Where the hell are you going to? You want to go to work for a meager three thousand dollars a month?""Come on, Ainslie, we've got expenses to make…""I see you want to humiliate me more. I won't let you do that! I feel there's something dancing in your brain or maybe they are some insects in your head but I don't give a damn. Honestly, all I know is that I won't let you go work there. Get that into your thick skull.""Enough, Ainslie, please. I'm sure the neighbors are hearing you yelling and it's not proper.""Really? I'm yelling, huh? Why won't I? Tell me Bryson? You've shattered my hope. I'm suffering now because I married a pauper like you! Now you want to take up a job where you get only three thousand dollars a month. That's nonsense. You know I'm going to be earnin
Ainslie sprang up to her feet after dwelling on what kind of outfit to wear. She thought of what party her family was hosting and went on the internet to check on it. She learnt that her father's international shares company had come up top two of the year of share sellers and was very excited. She rushed to her room and went through her clothes in the closet. She couldn't find anything new to wear but picked on a blue dinner gown which she had bought some months back.By 6 pm, Bryson walked into the house and saw Ainslie appeared, looking all dressed up and ready to go out. He wondered if she was going to the bar again to get wasted."Ainslie, you're going out?""Obviously. I'm sure you're not blind.""Where are you going? Please, don't tell me you're going to the bar to get wasted.""You don't deserve an explanation from me. By the way, I'm actually going to a party my family is hosting tonight."Bryson's lips parted and he stared at her, dazed."My father's international shares com
Bryson felt hurt by what his mother-in-law said. He understood well what she meant by his bank account not being 'handsome', she ironically stated that he was poor and he felt more hurt when he saw his wife still smiling like her mother hadn't said anything wrong."What do you mean, Rose?" Her mother's friend asked and looking at his mother-in-law, he knew she really wanted to tell her friend that he was a pauper and humiliate him more but she couldn't because she knew her image would be stained too. "Don't mind me," his mother-in-law simply said and smiled."Hello, how're you?" The woman said to Bryson and he glanced at his wife."Good evening ma'am. Nice to see you. I'm Bryson," he introduced himself."Nice to meet you, Bryson. Uh, tell me. What do you do?""I'm actually a deliv….""He works as a manager of a company," Ainslie interrupted him and when he looked at her, astonished, she gave him a you- must- be- crazy look. He couldn't believe she would lie about his job."Oh. You've