One

Elisa's POV 

I am getting tired, I don't know how much longer I have to tolerate everything going on in this house, it's honestly starting to piss me off.

"Are you not going to eat before heading out?" I asked in a low voice staring at my husband, Derrick's back, a hint of anger in my voice.

"I don't have time to do that, I'm running late." Derrick replied making me cork my head sideways.

"Are you sure?" I asked once more, then he stood up aggressively making me furrow my brows, what is he on about?

"Don't probe too much, you should be in the kitchen instead, you're quite useless compared to other women, you can't even do things right, so don't pester me." He responded with a huff.

I raised my eyebrows folding my arms, I might not be that good in the kitchen but whose fault is it?

"If I remember correctly you asked me to quit my job and be a stay at home wife, so what's all this ruckus for now?" I fired back, he should have been prepared for this.

"You this unfilial brat, what do you think you're doing talking to my son like that?" Derrick's mother came in all of a sudden making me roll my eyes.

He is such a Mama's boy, it's no wonder his mother would want to speak up for him, quite pathetic if you ask me.

"Whatever, I'll be in the kitchen." I waved them off and went to clear up the dishes, since he doesn't want to eat then he should sort himself out.

I can't be wasting my time cooking just for the human I put in effort for telling me that he doesn't want it.

"What's with this attitude?" Derrick's mother came in watching me pack all the food into the fridge.

"I cooked for one person, you're welcome to eat your son's food if you like but keep it in mind you'll have to prepare him a new one after that."

With that, I walked away from her only to be pulled back with my hair causing me to hiss in pain.

"Watch the tone you speak to me! I'm your husband's mother!" She yelled angrily.

"Exactly, you're my husband's mother so I'm going to give you the grace of 3 seconds to let go of my hair or you won't like my reaction."

At first she was hesitant to let me go but eventually she gave in under my harsh stare.

Finally released, I straightened my clothes ready to walk out, that's when her words made me stop.

"That attitude of yours is the reason why you don't have children, God doesn't want to give a wicked woman like you a child." 

I took in a deep breath deciding to ignore the old woman and then walked out.

Me retaliating would only bring more headache.

By the time I reached my room, I passed by a mirror, and went back only to see tears rolling down my face.

"Oh I'm crying." I muttered cleaning my tears slowly.

Maybe her words did more damage than I thought, after all, the second reason why I quit my job was so that Derrick and I could focus on having a child.

It's been a year since I quit now, it's still nothing.

Sighing, I collapsed on the bed trying not to remember the bad things as I tried to sleep, I couldn't enjoy my sleep cause I woke up to cook for that ungrateful husband of mine.

Waking up from my blissful sleep, I saw that it was already noon, yawning and stretching my body, I got off the bed.

Maybe I should quickly make a spa appointment today, after all crying could mess up one's face.

Then I should go shopping, clasping my hands with a smile, I went to take a shower having a change of clothes before leaving the room.

"Where do you think you're going to?" Derrick's mother asked making me roll my eyes, is this woman a monitoring spirit or what?

Can't she just leave me be? Ever since she came here 1 year ago, she's been nagging nonstop, my ears may start bleeding at this rate.

"A place that Is none of your business." I responded with a sneer before storming out.

Honestly, I'm beginning to regret this marriage, I loved Derrick, yes, but I hate this, my every moves being monitored, not working or having to enter the kitchen for anything.

It is so annoying, the only reason why I'm managing everything is because of my love for Derrick, God help me if all that manages to fade the first person I'm getting is his mom.

She is so annoying despite her old age.

As soon as I got to my spa appointment, I threw away thoughts of my husband or his mother away from my mind.

Adding their thoughts in a time that's supposed to be relaxing defeats the whole purpose.

After my spa treatment and shopping, I drove home humming a tone happily, shopping does erase all worries from the mind.

Smiling, I took my bags from the backseat as I headed home only to notice the whole house was dark.

"That's weird." I muttered as I inputted the door code.

Derrick's mother is jobless, where could she have gone to this late? As for Derrick his office closed ages ago, now that I think of it, he has been coming home late these days.

Strange.

Deciding not to bother, I went inside my room and dropped my bag arranging everything before collapsing on the bed.

I had eaten before coming home so there's no need for me to prepare dinner.

I loved working, but maybe spending all day shopping and going to a spa isn't so bad.

With a soft smile, I fell asleep unaware of the trouble that will reveal itself the next day.

A trouble that will make Elisa Gilbert rise from the deep dirt she was buried.

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"Wake up." A voice said as someone shook me on the bed aggressively.

I frowned before opening my eyes to see, Derrick, his mother, and another girl behind them.

What are they up to now? It's too early for their shenanigans, I just want to sleep some more.