Richard sat down, opening his diary, the only refuge that provided him a semblance of relief amidst the relentless humiliations he faced from his in-laws.
"Dear Diary," he began, his pen trembling slightly as he poured out his heart. "The humiliations I have endured at the hands of my in-laws have left me sorrowful. To them, I am nothing but a trash bag, an outsider in my own home. I can't even sleep in my wife's room anymore; they've turned the doghouse into my new bedroom.
But this will not be the end of my story. I am determined to make them all kneel before me and curse the day they were born."
A loud knock on the door interrupted Richard's thoughts, jolting him from his writing.
"Come out of the toilet, you dirty pig, before I kick you out naked!" yelled the security guard, his voice booming with authority.
Richard's anger surged within him, a fiery impulse to drag the man into the bathroom and beat him senseless, forcing toilet water down his throat.
The thought was tempting, but he quickly reconsidered. He knew that any physical altercation would draw the attention of his brothers-in-law, and facing all three of them at once was a losing battle.
"I'm sorry, sir. Just give me two minutes," Richard called back, hastily tucking his diary away and pulling on his clothes.
"You have one minute before I kick this door open!" the guard shot back, impatience dripping from his tone.
"Dickhead," Richard muttered under his breath, frustration boiling in his chest.
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and opened the door, ready to face whatever humiliation awaited him outside.
"Useless son-in-law," the security man sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "I can't wait for your mother-in-law to give the order for your brothers-in-law to beat you like the dog you are."
Richard's fists clenched, his anger surging. He stepped in close, towering over the security man, staring him down with an intensity that froze the air between them.
"Say one more foolish word," Richard growled, his voice low and menacing, "and I'll make you eat the dog's poop."
The security man's bravado evaporated. He swallowed hard, his face paling as confusion and fear flickered in his eyes. He stood frozen, unsure of his next move.
Though Richard might be the scorned son-in-law, he wasn't one to be trifled with. His reputation preceded him, he had already been to prison for putting the youngest brother-in-law, Philip, in the hospital after a one-on-one fight.
Without another word, Richard turned his back on the stunned security man and walked toward the main building, his anger simmering but under control. The real fight was yet to come.
His Inlaws has stopped him from using the mansion's toilet, he's only allowed to use the security quarters toilet.
Richard swung the door open, only to be immediately stunned by what greeted him. His sister-in-law, Lydia, stood there, her expression cold and disdainful. Without a word, she tossed a handful of dirty pants at him, the garments hitting his chest before falling to the floor.
"What's the meaning of this?" Richard spluttered, barely able to contain his disgust.
Lydia smirked, her voice dripping with venom. "What does it look like, scumbag? Are you so daft you can't even recognize a pair of pants? Maybe you're more like the dogs you sleep with than I thought."
Before Richard could respond, his wife, Linda, walked into the room, her expression amused.
"What's going on?" she asked, her tone casual as if this was just another day.
Lydia sneered. "Oh, look. Our useless slave just wandered in."
Linda laughed, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorway. "Why are you just standing there like a moron, Richard? Get yourself useful and wash those pants. You're good for nothing else, anyway."
Richard stood frozen, unsure how to react. His own wife had just humiliated him in front of her sister, openly, cruelly.
This was new. Linda had always maintained a cool, distant composure when her family was around, masking her true feelings behind a carefully constructed facade. In public, she was graceful, the perfect celebrity wife. But today, her venomous words cut deep, leaving Richard speechless.
What surprised him most was the ease with which she did it.
Linda, the most beautiful actress in the country, a woman who had won countless accolades and amassed significant wealth. Her face adorned billboards, her name headlined magazines. She had lucrative endorsement deals and ran a successful film production company, Disney Junior.
But none of those achievements would have been possible without one person, her mother, Catherine, the matriarch of the family. Catherine was the true power behind Linda's success, the woman who inherited her late husband's gold mining empire, LUXURY, after his sudden death.
Everyone in the family feared Catherine. From the eldest to the youngest, all five of her children revered her, hanging on her every word. Linda, despite her fame and fortune, was no exception. Catherine's authority was absolute, her presence a shadow that loomed over their lives.
And now, it seemed, Linda had fully absorbed the ruthless nature of her family. For the first time, Richard saw his wife for who she really was no longer his loving partner, but an extension of the cold, calculating force that ruled over the mansion.
As Richard stood there, grappling with the sting of Linda's words, the atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted.
The door opened, and in walked a man Richard had only seen in passing on television, a man of immense wealth and influence.
His presence commanded respect, and as soon as they saw him, Lydia and Linda straightened up, greeting him with smiles that bordered on reverence.
The man, a tall, impeccable dressed figure, exuded power. His eyes swept the room before landing on Linda.
Without hesitation, he strode over to her, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply, passionately, as if Richard wasn't even in the room.
It wasn't the kiss of an acquaintance or even a casual lover. It was the kiss of a man who had laid claim to something or someone.
Richard's stomach churned, anger welling up inside him, but he held his ground, watching helplessly as his wife, the woman he believed was loyal to him, responding to the kiss with enthusiasm. It was like he didn't exist.
When the man finally broke the kiss, Linda turned to Richard as if nothing had happened.
"Richard," she said coldly, her voice sharp, "get a glass of water for my guest. He must be thirsty."
The words stung like a slap to the face. She wasn't just humiliating him, she was parading her affair in front of him, stripping him of what little dignity he had left.
Richard's blood boiled as he watched Alex lean in and kiss his wife, Linda, without a care in the world.
The sight tore at him, but it was the smug look on the man's face that finally pushed him over the edge.
"Get your hands off her!" Richard growled, stepping forward, fists clenched.
Alex laughed dismissively, barely sparing Richard a glance. "You? Tell me what to do? Please, you're nothing but a slave in this family."
Linda smirked at Richard's outburst, exchanging a knowing look with her sister, Lydia. "Oh, Richard, don't embarrass yourself. We all know you don't have the guts to do anything."
Lydia chuckled, crossing her arms. "He's right, you know. You're just a puppet around here."
Richard's heart pounded, humiliation washing over him as the two women laughed at his expense, and the man who kissed his wife stood arrogantly by her side.
But instead of backing down, something shifted inside him. Enough of this. Enough of them.
Taking a deep breath, Richard locked eyes with Linda. "I want a divorce."
The room fell into an icy silence.
Linda blinked, stunned, while Lydia's mocking smile faltered. They were caught off guard by his sudden courage.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Richard turned to see his mother-in-law stride into the room, her expression unreadable, her three sons flanking her. Her gaze swept the over the scene, settling on Richard.
"You want what?" She asked, her tone sharp as steel.