Sold To My Husband

Chapter Three

Rory's POV

I gulped in a tear at her words, breathing silently as her words slammed repeatedly against my ribcage.

You have nothing, Rory; you claim you're a wife; I wouldn't even be surprised if Ivy carried his child," Margret said, and I nodded before turning to leave.

"You don't get to walk out on me, Rory; I'm still talking to you," She yelled, gripping my hands and pressing her nails into my skin.

I flung her hands off me, making her fall to the floor.

"Rory! I'm going to make sure Max gets to know about how you beat me up and threw me to the ground," She threatened me as I walked away, but I believed my husband wasn't so dumb to believe that I was going to beat his mother up.

Until he came...

....

The doorbell rang, and I ran excitedly to the door after ignoring Margret the whole day.

"Welcome home honey," I said, throwing myself into his arms.

"How was your day..." I barely said when Margret's voice rang from the corner of the room.

I told you, Max, when you decided to bring home a woman without a family," Margret said, and he stared at her, trying to make sense of her words.

"Your wife, Max, pushed me to the ground and beat me to a pulp just because I told her to become a woman like Ivy," Margaret purred.

Max disengaged himself from the hug, taking a look at Margret as she showcased her fake swell to him.

"Did you?"

"You've got to believe me, Max. Margaret hit me, and when I tried to walk away from her, she grabbed my hands, pinching her nails into my skin; take a look at this," I said, holding my hands out to him.

"Are you going to believe her words over mine," Margret said, as Max dropped his bag to the ground, walking over to meet her.

"Did you mean Rory did this to you?" He asked, and she nodded, her eyes laced with tears.

"I need you to trust me Max, I didn't do that, she's lying..."

"Shut up Rory!"

My heart clenched at his words, as I stared at the mother and son duo.

"You do not believe her, do you?" I asked.

"She's lying Max, why can't you see the truth, it's all foundation and lies?"

"Shut the god-damn up Rory! And do not speak about my mother like that!" he yelled, his voice reverberating through the room.

"I guess Ivy was right about you after all," he said, and I felt a tear trickle down my face.

"You're comparing me to that woman?"

"She's a woman who's a thousand times better than you," he said, and I scoffed.

"So, you refuse to see the truth right in your face, your lying mother and your deceptive ex..." I barely said, when Max's palms resounded harshly on my face.

My hands trembled with the intense urge to slap him back. I understood that my mother had hit me in exasperation, but my father...he never raised his hands to me, even to the point of disowning me.

"You hit me, Max?" I said, bewildered that he'd raised his hands on me before walking out on the duo to the bedroom.

I fell to the ground, my body laid back on the bed frame as I cried uncontrollably.

"It's okay Mom, I'm sorry, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup,” I heard Max coo Margret in the living room.

Wiping my tears as they came, my eyes caught a slip of paper under the bed.

I held my hands out to pick it up, inquisitively opening it to see what was in it and my eyes almost couldn't see what they saw afterward.

They were the documents for a loan, a million-dollar loan.

I stood up abruptly, reading explicitly what the loan was about.

It was a six-month loan, and it had been taken out a year ago, which meant he was six months due.

And the agreement...stated that it was either to take everything that he owned if it summed up to that amount, or have him killed.

I couldn't let that happen, but how cruel could Max be, taking a loan of that amount and not thinking to let me know and most importantly what he'd used it for.

I folded it back into folds when my eyes caught another paper at the edge of the bed.

I gingerly picked it up, afraid of what it entailed.

It wasn't a single paper, it was a casino agreement, and my eyes almost bulged out when I saw the end of it.

Max had gambled for a million dollars.

He didn't use it for any investment, to buy a property, he’d used it to gamble!

My hands trembled as I held the paper, almost falling to the floor as the door flung open.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," Max's voice broke the room as I stared at him with the papers still in my hands.

"You took out a million dollar loan a year ago, and you didn't deem it fit to tell me, and at that, you used that money to gamble!" I yelled, as he walked closer, his eyes fixated on the paper in my hands.

"Where'd you find this? You weren't supposed to see this," he said, snatching them from my hands.

"When were you going to tell me? When did they come to take the house?!"

"Why do you care, it wasn't taken out in your name was it?" He yelled back, his face languid as he scrunched the papers into a ball.

"We own this house together, Max, and this is the only thing that we own, and that isn't even enough," I yelled, staring at him with tears in my eyes.

"It is none of your business," he said coldly.

"What were you planning on doing, paying them with your life?" I asked, standing in his way.

"We can pay with yours; it doesn't have any value, does it?" He replied, and for the first time in my life, I'd never felt so much pain as my heart clenched, and my breaths hitched as a bone crashing pain coursed through my body.