Chapter 2 Two

That was the beginning of our marriage. Humiliation and then verbal abuse. I had to take it like it was nothing for the sake of my grandmother's medical needs. I will do anything and everything, not because she's the only family I have got, but because I love her with all my heart.

Living with Ethan was livable. If not for that kind of treatment, that I felt dirty and disgusted with myself, and the physical injury that I suffered because of his woman, I would have served him all my life even if I didn't love him. It was Saturday again and I hate this day of the week. Why? Because that woman is going to come to the mansion acting like a wife and the lady of the house.

"Why is the food not ready yet?" She asked, angrily. The maids who were with me in the kitchen couldn't say anything since they didn't want to get on her bad side. "No one is going to answer?" She asked again and looked at me, "You, slut! Move your ass and prepare the table." She yelled at me, so I nodded my head after I told myself that I had to get through this day just like the other weekend that she was here. Just as she said, I move my ass and got plates and other utensils. While everyone was looking at me.

What I am thankful for is that they didn't treat me the way this bitch treated me, even if Ethan was humiliating and abusing me in front of them. They still had respect for me though they were quiet when my husband in the paper was around and they couldn't do anything when he started his verbal abuse but shut their mouths as they gave me that pitiful look.

Everything was set when Ethan came from his little office on the second floor. It was always like that. He would tell his bitch to come and they would stay in his office after their lunch. I never saw them go into his room, but it doesn't mean that they never do their immoral actions. I was not born yesterday and my husband on paper intentionally showed me his infidelity just by bringing the bitch here and letting her act according to her will.

"Hon, you came on time. I just finished preparing the table." The bitch said, that angered Ethan, and looked at me. He pulled me through my chin again and asked angrily,

"You dared let her do household chores?" Because I already knew that the bitch would do this and would act innocent and kind, I did what I thought would boost both their egos.

"I'm sorry, she said that she loves you so much that she wanted to prepare everything for you," I replied in a low voice with my head down. I wanted to smirk at the bitch because I knew that she didn't expect that. "She told me also that you would like to have her serve you since you had planned on marrying her if I had not come," I added, still not looking at them and I don't know what their faces look like right now.

"You don't make her do things here, it's your job and not hers!!" He shouted before he sat down, followed by the bitch which I saw glaring at me in my peripheral view. I looked at Cristy and smiled as she gave me a thumbs-up in secret. We didn't want to get caught by my evil husband.

Oh! I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Chloe Smith. I was an illegitimate child and my father, who impregnated my mother, was a wimp who had no say in their house. He always says yes to his wife, my stepmother. But I don't care about that. After my mother died, she asked my father to take me in, but I love my grandma and I didn't want to leave her, so I just took some allowance from my father and stayed with my grandmother. I study and work at the same time to be able to support her and my needs. The allowance was only for my studies and I wanted to finish it no matter what.

But in the last few months, my grandma has been admitted to the hospital and requires a huge amount of money for her medication. Cancer should be every wealthy person's illness since they had all the money and support they could get, while a poor person like me and grandma had no one and nowhere to go. It's not that I want all the wealthy to get sick, I just hope that sickness will be just like the privilege that wealthy people had. Why do they need to be so lucky to be able to get whatever they want, while poor people have to get what they didn't want for themselves like cancer?

My grandma, I had to always think of her so I could at least feel a little better knowing she was well taken care of. Lucille did her part and was looking after her. I visited her from time to time and, because Ethan didn't want me to leave the mansion, I always went there with his grandma, who was very supportive of me and very caring about me too. It's just that I couldn't tell her what her grandson was doing to me for fear that my evil husband would retaliate if the old woman would reprimand him.

"Chloe!!!" Ethan yelled. Seriously, why did he have to do that when I was just standing beside him? I don't know if he was doing that to scare me, but I am not. I am only fearful about what might happen to Grandma. That's why I was trying not to piss him off, so I didn't need to endure his dirtiness.

"Yes," I replied. He looked at me and, as usual, I averted my eyes to other things so I won't be able to see his face.

"Make sure to clean up the mansion, Mom is going to come and she hates everything that is out of order and unorganized. I didn't want to hear her whine, so you had better do your job if you don't want me to clean the floor with your body." He said and I saw the bitch smirking.

That bitch is Cassidy. I don't know if she loves Ethan. That's why she was staying with him and sticking to him like glue. But I'm sure that because he was wealthy, that's why she loved him if ever. Or she's crazy because there's no sane woman who would love someone like my husband on paper, no matter how rich he was. I am poor, but there's no way that I am going to fall for him, especially when he's a sick maniac.

"Alright," I replied. I was about to call him Sir, but I had to stop myself if I didn't want to be humiliated in front of that bitch. I once called him that and he was very angry because he thought that I was only mocking him by calling him that way. Though I did try to mock him, I also couldn't think of anything to address him. Then the two ate while I and the other maids watched them. What a way to boost their ego.

After about 30 minutes, they were done and they went back to the office. I don't know why they had to be here during that day when Ethan was working. He could have done it for the company.

We started to clean as my husband in paper wanted. I don't know what kind of person his mother was. I have been married to him for 7 months now and I still haven't seen her. "Cristy, do I need to be wary of Ethan's mother as well?" I asked, curiously.

"I'm not sure. I had never seen her get angry at anything other than the cleanliness of her surroundings. Just like Sir Ethan said, she didn't like anything that was out of order. She wanted everything to be spotless." She replied and we continued cleaning.

Everyone works hard, so I thought that Mrs. Wilson was a clean prick. I don't take it against her though. There were people like her in this world. We were done before lunch and the food was ready as well, so anytime now, the devil and the bitch would be coming down from the office, so we started to set the table.

We are ready and we're waiting for them when the gardener comes in, "Ma'am Etheria is here." He said and he looked worried, so I looked at Cristy.

"She's Sir Ethan's mother." She informed me, so I nodded. Then we went to the living room to welcome her. As soon as she entered the main door, the bitch and the devil were already on the top step of the stairs.

"Aunt Etheria," the bitch greeted her, shyly. What's wrong with her trying to act demure? But the woman didn't even look at her but said,

"Are you just going to stand there? Are you not going to welcome your mother?" She asked with authority. She doesn't sound like a mother to her son and I feel like she was angry but didn't want us to know.

"The table is ready, let's eat." The devil replied and started to walk his way to the dining area, followed by his mother. I looked at the bitch and waited for her to go but she didn't make any movement. We were waiting for her to start walking because that's what she wanted us to do.

"Are you expecting us to serve ourselves?" I heard Etheria say. I looked at her and I found her looking at me as well.

"We can't go unless Ma'am Cassidy starts to follow you. We have to go behind her." Cristy said, which made the bitch's eyes widen.

"I see, why don't you come here now, dear?" Etheria said, smiling, looking at the bitch who looked like an idiot now trying to make herself appear like something she wasn't. Wait, is she scared of Etheria? "You're blocking everyone's work." She added and the bitch started walking.

They were all seated and we realized that there was no plate for the newcomer, so I went to the kitchen and got her plate and utensils.

"When and why did you get a new maid?" Etheria said when they started to eat. She was asking her son but I didn't think that he was going to answer her. "You," she said, looking at me. "What's your name?"

"Chloe, Ma'am," I replied. I addressed her that way because Ethan didn't correct her. So I thought he didn't want his mother to know about me. But after that, he got angry and yelled at me,

"Get out of here!"