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"I'm sorry, your father is dead." The doctor's voice rang in Layla's head days after she heard the news. She could remember how she fell to the floor, wailing loudly, with her hands clenching against the doctor's legs that she almost bit him. Tears streamed down her face as the memories flowed through her head.

Her heart shattered into pieces, pain ate deep into her heart, and she sniffed, wiping the tears on her lips. What she wanted to avoid eventually did happen; all her effort was wasted.

Her eyes roamed through the big room she was in, the beautiful aesthetics of white furniture should put a smile on her face on a normal day, but she doubted that could ever happen.

Her face squeezed up, and a low hiss left her mouth as her gaze landed on a king-size bed in the middle of the room. The bed was beautiful with a red duvet spread on it. Before the death of her father, she'd dreamed of having something like this in her small room, and now that her wish came true, she hated it.

There was a pinch in her heart as she remembered who slept with her on that bed yesterday, a half-bald, pot-bellied, short man who turned out to be her husband.

Yes, her husband, of course. The award of marrying the most ugly man should belong to her. She palmed her face, sobbing into her hand.

That bastard!

She badly needed money for her father's kidney transplant and fell into his trap. The surgery should have been done the following day, but she had no money. That was when Williams offered to pay for the surgery when he saw her crying outside the hospital.

She was so blinded by her tears and the fear of losing her father that she signed the contract immediately, only for her dad to die a few hours after the surgery.

She exhaled, wiping her tears with the back of her hands, and sat straight, glancing at her puffy eyes in the mirror.

Now she was married at twenty-five to a sixty-year-old man. "What are you thinking, Layla?" She sobbed, slamming her palm on her face. He literally complained about everything she did.

Layla, why are you dressed like that? Layla, why are you not pregnant? Layla, did you go for a check-up today? Layla this, Layla that.

Her cries only increased as she sighted another doctor's card glaring at her. This was the fifth gynaecologist she had visited in just three months of her marriage; he kept changing them for a reason best known to her.

She grabbed the card, twisted it between her fingers, and stared at it disgustingly for minutes. "Nonsense!" She scoffed, tearing it into pieces.

She stood up, pushing the chair she sat on back angrily, her legs wobbling a bit because of sitting too much. Then, she wrapped her hands around herself while walking to her father's frame. She hid behind the bed because of her husband.

Tears fell freely from her eyes, staring at her father's picture, the only thing she was hanging onto in this hellhole she was trapped in. The day he was cremated was just like yesterday when she was wailing like a baby...

The door pulled open suddenly, she jerked on the bed, and the frame she was holding fell to her lap. "Williams," Her voice trembled as she quickly grabbed the frame and turned it over before he got closer.

Williams's eyes smouldered around her coldly, as he adjusted his glass on his nose bridge, "And what is that?" He demanded, he stretched his hand toward the frame, and Layla snatched it forcefully and rose to her feet.

She blinked fearfully, grasping her hands around the frame. "It's...nothing, you shouldn't be worried about this." Her voice broke, but she was quick enough to regulate it.

Williams scoffed, crossing his hands behind him, his brows snapped together in disgust. "I know that is your father, and I don't care whether you lost him or not, but I don't want to hear your ugly cry in my house."

"Ha," She gasped. Tears only rolled out of her eyes as she was speechless at his remarks. She couldn't believe he said that, knowing that the wounds were still fresh in her heart, her heart hurt so much just looking at him.

"Yes." His voice came up nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. "I was having an online meeting, and your cries were disturbing me. Is that what I married you for?" He yelled the last part.

Layla, who jerked back at his yell, dropped the frame unknowingly, and she screamed. "No, no, no." She cried.

Tears rolled out of her eyes as she ran her hands through the broken frame.

Williams scoffed dryly, staring at her on the floor. Why was she acting like a baby over a stupid frame?

He grabbed her hair and pulled her up. Terror flashed through his eyes, glaring at her. "Why are you crying like a baby? I gave you all that you needed. Money, jewellery, clothes, and honour. Then, what the hell did you want?" He thundered, pushing her to the bed.

"Your duty is to look and dress beautifully for me, like a Barbie doll." He gritted his teeth, heaving furiously with his gaze on her.

Tears rolled down her face uncontrollably, with her knees drawn to her chest, rocking forward and backwards. With tears blinding her eyes, she was not able to see his vicious face correctly. He wasn't the man who deceived her when she was crying outside the hospital.

The Williams then was petting her and rubbing her back, telling her to stop crying, and she signed the contract without thinking twice.

"Why can't you be obedient?" He stopped for a while and shook his head disgustingly while looking at her tear-filled eyes. "I want you to give me five children, all of whom should be males, or else..."

He sneered, his eyes blazing fire. "You will hate yourself."

Three years later.

Layla's legs bobbed back and forth throughout the car ride home. Her sighs filled the car every five minutes.

Pain.

Fear.

Anxiety.

Anger.

One or all of the emotions dwelt with her, her sweaty hands clasped against the test result she'd gotten from the gynaecologist. The only thing putting her mind at rest was knowing that nothing was wrong with her. It was the same result, the same thing she had been getting for the past three years.

'Mrs Layla, nothing is wrong with you, but I'd recommend this drug for you. Please come back after three weeks if you don't see any changes.'

But her husband wouldn't even collect the test from her to check it, if it wasn't what he wanted, if the test result didn't show that she was pregnant, then he had no business with it.

The car entered their big estate, and her heart skipped loudly in her chest. She wrapped her hands around her body as she rocked herself front and back. She dropped her hand and exhaled heavily before pulling her knees to her chest. She wrapped her hands around her knees before continuing to rock forward and backwards.

Her husband would have been waiting for her in his favourite white high chair in the sitting room for the past thirty minutes. Her heart was heavy, realising that she had made a great mistake by sitting at the hospital for a good thirty minutes after collecting the result, because she was scared of coming home.

But that was the worst decision she had made in the last three years. She took a deep sigh before folding her clammy hands against her thigh. William's eyes would flare up if she arrived home later than expected, especially since he had been waiting for her.

"Ma'am, we are home," The driver's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. He stared at her pitifully through the open partition and removed his gaze immediately after her eyes met his. She just scrambled out of the car, having no strength to warn him not to give her a pitiful face. One of the many things she hated in this stupid big mansion.

She rubbed her moist palms together and dragged her gown a bit down, but it rode up every step she took. She hissed, leaving it as it was. She inhaled and exhaled before pushing the front door open, expecting to meet her old husband sitting on his favourite chair with his brow arched up at her, waiting for the test result.

Her legs faltered as she walked into the empty room, and her heart soon leapt in joy. Relief washed through her before she stared around confused.

She was about to call out to a maid when one appeared from her right.

"Ma'am, Sir said to meet him for lunch immediately." She announced, and Layla exhaled heavily.

The little joy left in her was replaced with sadness immediately. "Thank you," She managed to voice out to the lady and walked briskly away.

"He is waiting for you." The maid added behind her, it took everything in her not to remove her heels and throw them at her

Taking a deep breath, she took a right turn that led to the dining room, every step that brought her closer to him made her heart pound faster in her chest.

"William," She called and cleared her throat when he refused to glance up from his phone.

She sat in his front, waiting for him to speak up. She hated this; she hated when he ignored her because she did something wrong; But that would have been better if he hadn't shouted...

"Why the hell are you just coming home now?" His voice boomed through the room as he banged the table.

"I...I..."

"I knew it." He snapped, grabbing her purse and throwing it on the floor. She gasped, jerking away from the chair.

"You are not yet pregnant, you barren tree." He thundered, rising to his feet in anger. Layla quickly plastered a nervous smile on her face as she dared not say anything to him.

When he was angry and calling her names, she was supposed to be calm and have a pretty smile on her face, or he might turn violent.

Her eyes met his, and she took some steps back upon seeing how he was heaving up and down with his hands fisted together. Soon, he released them and then grabbed the table's edge. "You stinking barren bitch."

"Why can't you have a baby? It has been three years." His voice boomed as his brown eyes were blazing fire. He grabbed the nearest thing on the table and threw it towards her.

She ran back just in time before the golden salad fork hit her head. She bit her lower lip hard, breathing heavily before releasing it and stretching her lips into a smile. Once again!

'I can't give you baby because you have the tiniest dick ever.' The words were at the tip of her tongue before she swallowed them back.

His chest rose up and down fast with his mouth wide open. He quickly took his seat and grabbed the table for support before gulping the water on the table at once.

Layla bit the inside of her mouth to avoid laughing out loud. He literally forgets that he is old every time. She took her seat back, and he glanced up.

"You want to say something?" He angled his brow up, and she pulled a straight face.

"No,"

"Better because the only thing I want out of your mouth is that you are pregnant," he cautioned.

Layla sighed before nodding sadly.

She was sure he was the reason she hadn't had babies since he lasted nothing long than five minutes in bed with his tiny dick. And in those five minutes, he would be panting and breathing hard as he released heavily before her.

She married him as a virgin, and she regretted that every day.

Her toys did a better job than him.

Her heart soon warmed, knowing she just bought a new toy but the warmness didn't last long because she needed and deserved a better dick.