Chapter 3

It was finally breakfast time and everyone on the Roth Villa was downstairs in the dining room, not a lot of family members dared to miss breakfast, cause if they did miss it, they missed out on a chance to make fun of the worthless son-in-law. And he was stupid enough to let them insult him.

Even Hailey was making fun of the useless brother In-law today, not caring that except for Arthur, no one else knew she was out partying z all night and she came back in the morning.

But she needed not to worry as she knew even though her brother-in-law was useless, he was no rat.

Coming down the stairs, Victoria rested her eyes on Arthur, a look of disgust crept on her face, you could say her mood was ruined after seeing him.

"Trash did you wash my clothes?" Victoria asked, focusing her eyes on him, she couldn't believe she once admired this son in-law two years ago, when her daughter brought him to the Roth Villa.

Because of his pretty face that could put a lot of male models to shame, and his handsomeness, she believed he was not a regular guy, but some rich heir, from one of those mysterious families in Angeles City.

But as time passed, she began to realize he was a nothing, and her attitude towards him began to change, and so did everyone's attitudes around the house. The only person whose attitude didn't change was Stacey's, she was mean towards him on their wedding night, and she was mean now.

"Arthur serve breakfast." Hailey ordered snapping Arthur back to his bitter reality.

"Sure." Arthur replied politely, serving breakfast.

As usual, Arthur would serve everyone, but wasn't allowed to take a seat with them at the dining table.

But he was allowed to receive free insults from everyone at the dinner table, and eat their leftovers once they are done. How nice was that?

Today was his lucky day though, not many people were having breakfast at home so he was only going to get a few insults.

"Arthur, when are you going to do something useful with your life?" That was Naomi, Damian's second wife, starting the insults.

Silently sighing exhaustingly, Arthur glanced at his wife, who was always not bothered when the family made fun of him these days, anyways she also made fun of him sometimes, but only when they were alone, and she was bored.

The fact that she never stood up for him always made Arthur feel bad. Without answering Naomi's question Arthur turned around to go upstairs. "I think my work here is done." Arthur said going up the stairs, but he was called again, "Arthur can you come here please?" Dick, Stacey's younger brother, asked mockingly, "It's not nice to go while we are not done eating, who's going to attend to our needs? And who's going to eat all the leftovers?" Dick mockingly said with a grin. Arthur stood behind him, looking unbothered.

"You never answered my daughter's question Arthur, when are you going to get a job? Surely you can't expect your wife to care for you for the rest of your miserable life." Iris, Naomi's mom, asked the same question, but this time she was lo9oking at him like he was disgusting.

Looking away from her, Arthur replied.

"I don't know….maybe the same day you decide to get a job, I'll also get one? Please let me know when you do….we both could use a job don't you think?" Arthur mockingly replied, stealing a glance at Stacey and continued in a serious voice, "And, I work for everything I get in this house….even the insults."

Frowning, Iris shut her mouth in shame, she couldn't deny the fact that despite being in her mid-40s she relied on her son-in-law.

Seeing iris's defeated look, Victoria jumped in. "Trash! Who….what have you worked for in this house?" Victoria asked, pointing at the costly stuff inside the house, while yelling and calling Arthur names, to make him feel embarrassed.

Arthur looked at Stacey, she looked unbothered with the way everyone was treating Arthur, she just kept on eating her food.

"Apparently I'm not allowed to work outside." Arthur replied. Stealing another glance at his wife, he continued, "Cause I would bring shame to the Roth family." Arthur said, quoting his fingers in annoyance, as he quoted the sentence that Stacey told him.

The words Arthur said, upset Stacey. she told him not to tell anyone why he doesn't work, and now he was telling?

With a glare at Arthur, she stood and walked to him.

"Did I say something wrong? You told me that, remember?" Arthur explained politely. He forgot that she told him never to tell anyone about it.

"You told me to not get a job, remember?" Arthur tried to explain to his wife as she was looking at him anger in her eyes, walking toward him.

The attention on the dining table was on him and Stacey, as it looked like Stacey would slap him hard as she often did when he messed up. But that didn't happen. Instead, something similar happened, in anger, Stacey abruptly picked up a cup of coffee and threw it on Arthur's face.

"Aah!" Arthur screamed out as he touched his face in pain, but the coffee wasn't that hot, so it didn't damage his face.

"What's wrong with you…..?" Arthur shouted, opening his eyes to see Stacey angrily walking up the stairs.

'Seriously?' He thought to himself, his heart was aching at the fact that his wife just spilled coffee on him without a second thought, she didn't even check to see how hot the coffee was, before spilling it on his face.

"You're Lucky it wasn't hot Mr nobody, hahaha!" Vivianne, Stacey's Aunt mockingly laughed out.

Faintly smiling, Arthur ignored her and ran after his wife, to confront her.

"Stacey!" Arthur called out as he walked inside the bedroom, he glanced at her bed but she wasn't there. Stacey was in the showe.

"Stacey why would you throw coffee on me?" Arthur' asked as he stood at the bathroom door, and Stacey didn't answer him this time either.

He knew better that Stacey had a short temper, but he didn't think she would get so mad and throw coffee on him over such trivial issues.

"Can you please just answer me Sometimes? I'm your husband!"

Stacey didn't answer him this time either.

feeling annoyed, Arthur sat on the bed for some time and waited for her to come out of the bathroom.

Arthur was not allowed to hang out with his friends, he was not allowed to work and he was not allowed to walk out of this marriage, cause she Stacey did want him to walk out.

"Feels like a prison." Arthur mumbled, venting out his frustration, looking at the ceiling, "and I'm not allowed to touch her…." Arthur mumbled to himself in frustration. He exhaled audibly, his eyes impatiently glancing on the bathroom door every thirty seconds, waiting for her to come out.

Maybe it would be better if he just walks out of this marriage, it's been two years and nothing has changed between them. Except for a peck on the cheeks earlier, and that was the only thing keeping Arthur in this house.

After about 20 minutes of being in the shower, Stacey walked out wearing a bathrobe. She spared Arthur a glance but didn't say a thing to him, he was expecting at least an apology.

Even though he was mad at her, Arthur couldn't deny that she looked even more beautiful after coming out of the shower, Arthur struggled to get his eyes off her perfect body and her perfect face, and her alluring thighs.

"Can you not look at me like that?" Stacey asked, Her cold voice made Arthur jump out of his daydreaming.

Taking his eyes off his hot wife arthur asked: "Can I at least get a job? Please?" Arthur asked like a little boy asking his mommy to buy him a toy.

How did his life become this? He used to live like a king on the Stark villa.

"Leave, I want to get dressed." Stacey instructringly said, without sparing Arthur a look.

"Yeah sure I'll leave if you tell your security guards at the gate to let me pass?" Arthur replied coldly, still seated on the bed.

Seeing he was not leaving, Stacey shot him a cold look, "I said, leave!" Her voice was devoid of any emotions, just like her facial expression.

Arthur softly chuckled and looked at her, trying to understand her. "I'm sorry did I like….hurt you, in the past, to deserve all of this? I can't…." Arthur trailed his sentence as he looked at her inspectingly, he let out a small chuckle and continued, "I'm done….I think we should let each other go, we're wasting each other's time don't you think?" Arthur asked, sounding polite.

Stacey's face formed a menacing grin as she looked at him, "If you want to walk out, give it a try…." Stacey paused her sentence, her facial expression turning serious, and her voice becoming cold, "And after you fail to get past the security, clean the bedroom and wash my clothes please. That's if the security doesn't hurt you, or break your legs," Stacey threatened. Thinking Arthur will change his mind about leaving after hearing that.

Frowning, Arthur quietly stood up to leave the bedroom so he could talk with Jared, his butler over the phone.

Stacey was puzzled, as Arthur ignored her warning, she used to change his mind whenever he would try to leave, "Arthur, I warned you, don't blame me for what happens next!" Stacey warned again, sounding desperate, but Arthur didn't stop.

"Fine, you can be my new secretary from today if you want." Stacey said nonchalantly, stopping Arthur on his tracks.