EX HUSBAND REGRET: I WANT YOU BACK

HUMILIATED

CATHERINE'S P.O.V

"Here" Mr. Ash said, flinging a contract file on my lap aggressively. I winced at the pain, and raised my head up to look at him.

He had on his face a look of irritation, a look of pure disgust, and for some unknown reasons, I felt bad.

"That's the contract" He said.

"Read it and sign," He added, before going out of the room, leaving me all alone. I looked down at the contract, and felt tears at the brink of my eyes.

He must think now, that am nothing but a gold digger. I thought, as I blink my eyes to stop the tears, before I proceeded to sign the contract without even reading it.

I was not in the mood, and I also could not understand some big grammars written in the contract, yet I put my signature on where it was needed.

Yes, I am half illiterate. I could not complete my education to college, due to the crisis my parents fell into, but it's this same crisis am going to end, no matter what it takes.

I dropped the contract on the nightstand, and rested on the bed fully, closing my eyes, and wishing hopefully everything would go well, but of course, it went worse instead.

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Life became so miserable for me, or should I say was made miserable ever since I got discharged from the hospital.

Killian never treated me as a wife, but more like a slave. He gave me extra chores to do in the house, intentionally made me skip my meals, and sometimes ask me to reclean the entire mansion all alone.

His girlfriend, Miss Daniella, was the worst. She hits me continuously, and never fails to humiliate me.

There was a time, I was cleaning the house silently. I was somehow slow because I felt so weak and was having cold.

Just then, I felt an icy, chilled water being poured on me. I gave a little scream, and turned to find out the culprit was no one other than Miss Daniella.

I was completely drenched, and was seriously shivering, but all she did was smirk and ordered me to mop up the water on the floor.

I wish Killian would just break up with her, what does he sees in a b***h like her. I feel my blood starting to boil.

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I tried pleading with her, but the next thing I felt on my right cheek was excruciating pain. She slapped me so hard, I could feel the cold, metallic taste of blood on my lips.

"Shut up b***h and mop up that mess" She yelled, before departing arrogantly. I started shedding tears at the moment and made a move to go get the mop, but all I ended up doing was to slip and fall on my butt.

The pain took over me, but still, I tried not to scream to avoid another beating. I struggled to get up, and when I did, I walked to the kitchen to get the mop, and met another package of shits. Dirt stains everywhere.

Even though I knew the famous fashion designer, Miss Daniella was behind this, still, I had no other choice than to swallow my frustration and reclean the kitchen all over again. But right now, it was like a pig stile again.

That day, after numerous cleanings, my head and entire body was aching me seriously that I had to take pain killers to feel a little better, but when it was finally time to rest late at night, I was not allowed to by the two lovebirds.

What kind of f*****g marriage is this, I feel so stupid, use, and like pure trash.

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"Get dressed, and look presentable. You are following me to an important banquet tonight" Mr. Ash said, bringing me out of memory lane, before flinging a dress bag at me. He flung it so hard, and aggressively that the zip tore my hand.

I winced in pain, and the bag fell to the floor.

"You fool" Mr. Ash growled, making me shiver.

"How dare you let what I gave you fall to the ground?" He yelled.

"The bag cut my hand, and injured me, wh.. " I tried explaining, but all he do is just laugh it all up

"And do I look like I care, so what if it cut you and you got injured, huh?" He asked, throwing me a look filled with bale.

"Am I suppose to pity and sympathize with you?, or I should cry that a maid…sorry, that my wife got injured" He yelled pressing his lips together, as his gaze killed me.

"That dress is very expensive and is worth more than your existence, so you are suppose to worship it" He growled furiously. I stood there shivering as I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

Just what did I do wrong to deserve all these?. I wondered, feeling my tears roll of my cheeks, yet he didn't care if I cry. After all, I was nothing to him, he cleared that up.

"Get down to your knees, pick that bag up and lick it clean" He yelled, and it immediately made my head rise up to look at him, shocked.

"W..What?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I saw him grin as he threw me a mocking look.

"What?, you are too arrogant to pick the bag up?" He asked and I kept quiet, not knowing what to say.

"Now do as I say, or you wouldn't like the consequences" He roared, and I found myself actually kneeling to the floor in tears. I picked the bag up, despite my bleeding arm, which hurt like hell.

"Good girl, now lick the entire thing clean" He ordered, and I tearfully did. My tears dropping to the floor, I licked every dirt off, feeling the urge to puke, but knowing I dare not to so.

"Good" He commented, but when I tried getting up, he stopped me with his words.

"Not so fast, my dear" He said, and I wondered why.

"Lick off those tear stains you made on my expensive tiles" He ordered, and I immediately raised my head to look at him.

"S... s... si...sir" I stuttered with fear clearly evident in my face, but he just ignored me and said.

"You know I hate repeating myself, dear " He reminded me and I actually bursted into tears at the moment.

"Stop with the crocodile tears, and do as I say, otherwise no money for you at the end of this month " He said, making me glance at him quickly

"What?, that is going back on your words and the contract " I yelled already frustrated, but he just smirked at me dangerously, and I had a feeling, I had entered into a trap

"But what trap?" I wondered.

"You did not read the contract, did you?" He asked, and I gulped, turning to look away from his face.

I heard him release a loud chuckle.

"Catherine .." He called out my name and called me a psycho, but still, and even after everything, maybe I was the real psycho, cause I still love the way my name roll out of his tongue.

"You do not know what you have gotten yourself into" He began, and I arched my left eyebrow at him, wondering what he meant