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
Bryson shut his eyes as his wife angrily banged the door of the room close. He couldn't believe all that had just happened. He turned to go and talk to her but knew she wouldn't hear him out. He took out the money he had left in his pocket and dropped it on the table. He wrote a note and placed it next to the money and left the house for work.As he was on the public bus, holding onto a straphanger and clutching a pole, he recalled the hurtful words of his wife. The questions she asked of how he was going to pay the loan he had taken for their wedding and see to it that she lives a good life. He pondered on everything her mother had said and what his wife had said too. Before he got to his destination, he decided to speak to the factory manager.When he arrived at work, he was almost five minutes late and he received a few rebuking words which was okay.While he was waiting for the delivery truck to be filled so he could go do his first delivery to a newly opened company, Bryson dec
"Its decided then. I will find a good outfit now. To heck with that useless husband of mine, Bryson. He hasn't even both any clothes for me recently. Just professing his god-damned love for me. Scree him," Ainslie grumbled as she tied up her hair and walked back to the closet. She ran her eyes through every clothe hung inside and kept sighing. She ransacked the closet and turned it upside down before she could find a suitable outfit.She changed into the dress and properly tied her hair because she couldn't curly them look lush because she had no hand dryer or the tools to use and dress up gee hair. She took a while to get dressed and finally left the house, putting on a summer outfit and a sunhat with a pair of sunglasses. She knew she looked a bit weird but she decided to go looking that way because she didn't want her friends to notice the wrinkles she has been having and her pale looking skin for she hadn't gone to the spa the last few weeks to get her skin rejuvenated.When she a