THE DOG THAT BITES ITS MASTER IS ONLY ASKING TO BE COOKED- CASSANOVA WRITES
Anthony Meyers rushed into the mall with the fashion magazine his wife, Priscilla Knight, had instructed him to get.
"Wifey!" He called with a smile.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Priscilla delivered three thunderous slaps to his cheeks, her eyes blazing with fury and disdain.
Anthony touched his cheeks, unable to believe this just happened. In recent times, Priscilla has been treating him like her slave. However, slapping him in public was stepping it up. It was normally just the tongue lashing and looks of disdain.
Anthony's face reddened as he felt angry and humiliated. He was a man of honor, so this huge public spectacle was an unwelcome strike to his ego.
He bit his lips and sighed, telling himself to calm down. No matter what, she was the woman he loved so dearly, he couldn't get angry at her.
"Incompetent fool! You're so foolish and useless! You smelly, disgusting dog. Why did you waste so much time to grab just one magazine? Is there anything you know how to do except eat like a fool and leech off me?" Priscilla roared angrily, compounding Anthony's humiliation.
"How dare you, lowly thing, call me your wife in public? Are you trying to humiliate me? Do you think you're worthy to carry my shoes?" Priscilla spat in a low voice, angrily stomping on Anthony's foot.
Her pointed heels stabbed deeply into his exposed foot; he was wearing a leather slipper. She viciously dug into his flesh with her heels, enjoying his pain.
Anthony looked at her, feeling confused. The pain in his leg was nothing compared to the one in his heart. Why has his sweet little wife changed so much?
He picked her up from the gutters when her family had nothing, and signed all his wealth to her, letting her start a multi million dollar corporation with the capital from his game company. She had been all sweet and grateful. But immediately she started touching money and meeting men of high society, she changed. She began to compare the rich heirs to Anthony, who now stayed at home after signing his company to her. Soon her family also began to treat him like trash.
Anthony had happily welcomed them into his house, after marrying Priscilla. He had been an orphan, so he was excited to have his wife's family with him, hoping to feel the warmth of familial ties. But he received the biggest shock of his life after signing everything over to his wife.
Priscilla began to kick him viciously, multiple times, frustrated that he wasn't screaming out in pain. Anthony had innate strength in him since he was born. However, he will never raise his hands against a woman. Anthony was not a weakling, he was a man determined to love his wife.
He angrily turned away and left while Priscilla delivered the last kick to his butt.
******
"Hmm! Some women are vicious to their employees." Ava Smith said, making a face because of the spectacle she just witnessed.
She was the owner of the Spire, the biggest mall in Veneco.
She was the legendary beauty with brains of Hill country.
"He's not her employee. That's Anthony Meyers, the genius who programmed X-city game software, at just twenty-two years. He's her husband," the sales rep taking her around clarified.
Ava frowned at this piece of information.
"He has been missing for years. I thought he was dead. Such a handsome and dignified man has turned to this. I saw his picture back then, he looked so dashing in his suit. But he's looking like a homeless beggar right now. How did this happen? X-city is still a popular game, why will he go bankrupt?" She asked in confusion, watching the handsome retreating man, who kept his shoulders squared with an expressionless face, despite being humiliated.
"That's what love does. He met Priscilla Knight and signed his wealth to her. She used it to found Knight corporation that became exceptional in just two years. He stopped going to work, leaving everything to her. However, to our greatest surprise, the loving couple that used to shop in our mall, acting lovey-dovey and exhibiting PDA, turned to something else. He stopped dressing well while she shined brighter. He began to look unkempt, yet he still loves and follows her like a fool," the sales rep said sadly.
Ava began to laugh loudly, startling the sales representative.
"That's not love, it's stupidity. He's mad for signing everything he owns to an ungrateful woman. He even stopped working, to support her? He's foolish. For such greedy women, once you no longer have anything to offer them, you become useless. He asked for it. Tsk tsk. Being a genius is not being wise. He's intelligent but lacks common sense when it comes to his wife," she said and shook her head.
She didn't know whether to pity the unfortunate lover boy or spank his ass for being so stupid.
"It's too late. I don't think he can take anything back. She even comes here with other men. I wish he would see that she's also cheating and wake up. If you see Priscilla in the newspapers, you will think she's an angel," the sales rep added.
Ava rolled her eyes and continued her inspection. It was none of her business.
******
Anthony stood up from the bench in the park with a sigh and looked at the wound on his legs. It was gradually closing up. He always found himself weird, whenever he gets wounded, it heals on its own. Not just that, he was born stronger than his peers. Even though he never entered the gym for a day, he was tall and well built, with sexy eight pack abs. Priscilla used to love his physique a lot, till she changed.
He sighed and stood up, walking towards his house where he literally lived like a stranger. There was a strange car in front of his gate, making him frown. As he was about to walk past it, a sight caught his eyes.
His wife Priscilla!
She was in the car with a young man who was kissing her, while grabbing her boobs and ass.
Anthony's mouth opened and closed in rage and he took a step forward, boiling with the force of his fury. He suddenly clenched his fists and bit his lips hard, taking huge gulps of air. The last time he acted rashly, the person died. Besides, there were cameras around at the moment. He remembered his dilemma that day as he escaped from the police.
"It's not worth it, I won't go to jail because of her."
He angrily stomped into the house, still boiling with anger and saw his mother in-law filing her nails in the downstairs living room.
"Hey you, don't you know what time it is? Yet you have not made lunch yet. Are you planning to starve us to death?" She said, looking at him contemptuously.
"He's as useless as a torn up tyre. Good for nothing. What's the time? You stay home all day while my sister makes money for the family, yet you can't even provide us lunch on time," Priscilla's younger brother, Reed said, looking up from his Mac.
Anthony smiled and shook his head, deciding to ignore the disrespectful young man. He made to take a step forward and felt Reed punch his back, while grabbing him by the collar.
He angrily removed Reed's hands, fighting the urge to beat the audacious teenager up.
"Reed, I'm really in a bad mood. Respect yourself else I will…" Anthony began to say angrily.
"Else what? You will kill him like you did that man?" Priscilla asked mockingly, walking in.
"Let go of him immediately!" She ordered.
Anthony loosened his hold and turned to her.
"We're getting a divorce, I can't stand you anymore. Sign it and leave my house," she shouted, her saliva flying all over Anthony as she shoved the file to him.
"Excuse me?" Anthony whispered wide eyed, a look of confusion on his face.