Ashley Walter's pov:"You will NOT show your face to your husband. Agreed?" She asked me in a stern voice."Yes, Ma'am," I muttered under my breath."I can't hear you, girl. Louder!" Her voice turned harsher."YES, MA’AM," I screamed."You are not allowed to sleep beside your husband in the bed. You will use the mattress in the corner of that bedroom. On the floor. Agreed?""YES, MA’AM!" I yelled again."He usually doesn't spend his time in his room but once he will be back, you are not allowed to talk to him, not allowed to walk, eat or drink in that room. You are not allowed to use the bathroom. Agreed?"Now that was too much. I lifted my veil to have a look at this old goat's face who was getting me married to her grandson for ten million dollars. Where was I supposed to pee? On carpet?"I can't hear you, girl. Do you want money or not?" She screeched in my ear making them ring.Urgh!I did want that money. It could solve my problems. I could get Mother Superior treated for cancer.
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