Bryson could see the big fear in his wife's eyes after what Miranda said. He knew her sister wanted to humiliate them the most and that's why she had come after them and overheard what Ainslie had said."I feel father would congratulate you, Ainslie. What do you think, Bryson?" Miranda asked and he ignored her. "This is a very good news. I'll go tell father and…""Please, don't, Miranda," Ainslie said, grabbing her sister's hand. "Do not do that, please. I would owe you for life if you just keep this one big secret from the others."Bryson was stunned by his wife's request. He couldn't believe that she wanted to keep on lying about his job position. He felt more annoyed when she clasped her hands in front of her sister."What's wrong with him being a delivery guy? It is a good job, Ainslie. Don't worry. The others would be happy to know your husband's job.""No! He's a common delivery guy working in a new paint factory. It's going to get really bad for me if the others get to know abo
Aislie stepped on the lawn and looked around for a good table. She saw her parents and other relatives standing by different tables, welcoming and having a light chat with some of the guests. She couldn't bring herself to go and mingle with them let alone go and say hi to some of the families she knows. Her eyes caught a table in the middle of the lawn and she went there to sit.When she sat down, her eyes wandered around and when she saw her sisters almost looking in her direction, she ducked her head and let out a curse word. She looked up and saw her friend Julie. Julie walked up to her and took a seat with a frown on her face."How're you doing, friend?" Aislie asked but Julie simply rolled her eyes, ignoring her. "What's wrong with you, Julie? You know I'm really upset now and you better not anger me the more by giving me that ugly look. What's your problem and what are you doing here?"Julie flicked a stare at her and her frown deepened. "What do you mean by 'What are you doing
Bryson couldn't believe what was happening. He looked around and caught Dulgad and Miranda laughing at him then it struck him. It's possible that they could have been keeping a close eye on him and sorting out the right opportunity to humiliate him. He couldn't believe they would go this far as to give him a public disgrace.When he arose, looking at his wife, he could clearly see the lines of fury in her face. He just didn't know what to say or how to convince her at the moment.As the murmurings and mocking chuckles increased, Ainslie prayed so badly within her that the earth shattered and swallowed her. She couldn't face the shame."Oh, Bryson." Both heard Miranda say and shifted their gazes to her as she walked up to them with Dulgad. "What got into you?" She asked."I guess you didn't have much. Tell me, are you really hungry?" Dulgad asked, scornfully."Come on, brother, look at him. Does Bryson look well-to-do to you? He doesn't. He looks like a real bum who couldn't wait to sa
Bryson couldn't believe what his wife had just done. He dipped his hand into his pocket but only some coins came out from the pockets. He had nothing left with him.He thought of how he was going to go home. He thought of going in to ask for some bucks from Julie who he knew was likely to give it to him but he shoved the thought aside when he thought of what his in-laws will say or how they will react when he goes back there. And he knew for certain that Ainslie wasn't going to be happy to know that he had borrowed some money from her friend, Julie.He had no other way and solution so he decided to start trekking down to the house as he thought of a way to solve the problem he had created earlier. He recalled his father-in-law's insults and couldn't help but feel disheartened. He thought his wife was going to stand up for him at least once but she didn't even chide her sister, Miranda or Dulgad but Insulted him more in their presence. He felt greatly embarrassed.He knew her father ne
Bryson staggered back in shock by what his wife had uttered. He couldn't believe she would utter such a word. He wondered why she had turned so cold and insensitive. He questioned himself if she was the Ainslie he had strolled in the neighborhood with after their marriage, the Ainslie who adored him, the Ainslie who didn't nag much as she was doing now, the Ainslie who never hit him, the Ainslie who selflessly married him for their bond. So many things ran through his head in shock. "Ainslie," he mentioned, trying hard to fight back his tears. He held her arms and peered into her eyes. "I'm Bryson." "Oh." "Yeah. The same man you married a month ago. The same man you've spent over three years with under the same roof. It's me, Bryson." "B…Bryson?" She uttered and slowly raised up her hand. Bryson saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes and he smiled when she placed her hand on his face. "You are a sore loser!" She yelled and pushed his face away. He was greatly marveled. For a w
Bryson hadn't thought about that for a while. A few months ago, Ainslie had talked to him about getting a loan to have a befitting wedding. He didn't want that but she got the loan documents ready and convinced him to take the loan while she stands as his guarantor. On her quest, he had applied and gotten a loan of fifty thousand dollars. He recalled why she wanted their wedding to be a lavish one and a look of disappointment and devastation appeared in his eyes which he tried to hide. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about the loan, you prick," she cursed him with a thundering tone. Bryson didn't want to but he felt it would be best if he reminded her of her reasons for pushing him to take a loan for their wedding. "My love, it's not my fault, you know," he defended himself but that was a wrong Idea of his. He later regretted spilling that. Ainslie stared at him for a while in astonishment and chuckled. "Oh my dear husband, it really isn't your fault right? It's my fault. Right? O
As his mother-in-law stared at her, Bryson swallowed a lump, his Adam's apple moving up and down uncontrollably. He couldn't meet up to her gaze as she stared at him with a sign of disgust. "G.. Good morning, m..mo…mother-in-law," he stammered and her brows knitted more to a frown."Don't you ever address me like we've got a connection. I really don't see you as anyone I know. I can't believe I'm here in such a neighborhood like this one.""Um, sorry, ma'am. Please come in," Bryson said, trying not to stutter again. He made way for her and ogled at him in a dismissive way. "It's quite cold out here so please, kindly come inside the house and take warmth.""I should step into this cabin you call a house?" She asked him. He couldn't say a word and she exhaled and looked above her shoulder at a woman standing opposite the house. She was their neighbor and Bryson could tell just by a glance that she was wondering how such a woman like Ainslie's mother would be here to see me. "It seems t
Bryson was awestruck by his mother-in-law's action. He had never received a slap from her before. But looking at the woman's eyes, he didn't need a sorcerer to tell him that she really despised him from the bottom of her heart."How dare a lowlife like you refuse to do what I say? Are you mad?!" She barked at him. "You are a piece of worthless trash and you dare to refuse my request? You have dared to defile my order, you'll face the outcome of it sooner or later, mark my words, Bryson!"Bryson felt embarrassed by his mother-in-law's action. It was a big disgrace she gave to him by slapping him in his own house and under his roof but he took no offense. Staring at his wife who was both shocked by her mother's action and also angry with him, he felt like he deserved the slap he got from his mother-in-law."I thought you would at least be reasonable for a bit, Bryson. You know I am disgusted by you so much that words can't simply explain how I feel about you. You know, I now think it wa