" Well! Well!! Well!!! Why is our precious wife crying?" She asked mockingly, and I sat properly on the bed.
" Aunt, what do you want from me? Haven't you done enough? Why being so wicked?" I screamed to the top of my voice because I was convinced that she can't lay her filthy hands on me. This wasn't her father's house. If anyone should claim the right to this house, I should be the one and not her.
Aunt Elisa shook her head and glared at me in anger. She was furious because she has no right to touch me.
" Mind you. Just because you have married, Aidan doesn't permit you to shout at me like a baby. You hear me?" she warned as she pointed her index finger at me.
" And what would you do if I shout at you? I have left your father's house, so what do you want from me?" I stood my ground and challenged her.
