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

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

"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

It seemed to Dora like Ainslie was zoned out so she tapped the table and said:"You've got nothing to think about, honey. Your husband is worthless. You'll die in poverty being with him. Should I be honest? I don't even think he got a job as a manager of a company like you said."Ainslie shifted her gaze to Julie, thinking she must have blurted out what Bryson's actual job is to Dora before she arrived.Seeing her stare at her, Julie sighed and got to know what Ainslie was thinking about some seconds later, she then decided to clear the misconception Ainslie was conceiving in silence."Ainslie." Julie leaned to her and whispered. "Listen, I know what you are thinking about. Trust me, I didn't tell Dora anything and I'm sure she has not gotten to know about your husband's job. She's just trying to squeeze the truth from you, believe me."Ainslie nodded and returned her gaze to Dora. "I am right, Ainslie? Be honest with your friend.""Look, I don't know what you are talking about. I'm

Ainslie arrived home, feeling exhausted and emotionally drained. She collapsed onto the couch, seeking a moment of respite. The weight of how the evening dinner with her family had ended, weighed heavily on her, and she contemplated seeking solace in the bottle of liquor she had concealed in the living room. However, before she could make her way to retrieve the hidden bottle, Bryson entered the room. His presence caught her off guard, and she looked up at him with a mixture of anger and weariness. His words, filled with remorse and an apology, reached her ears."Babe, I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way with my words and actions today," Bryson began, his voice laced with sincerity. "Just know that I didn't mean it..." Ainslie's frustration boiled over, and she snapped back at him, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Shut your god-damned mouth, you fool!" she snapped, her voice filled with venom. "I don't want to hear the nonsense you've got to say." Her anger was not solely directe