"What do you mean I was gifted to you?"
"It is not good to eavesdrop but you heard it right. You are a gift that was forcefully imposed on me."
"Y-You... are.... lying..."
"Am I? You know what? Gift is a very fancy term for you. 'Trash' suits you be...
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I was sure hell was better than this. At least there I would be getting punished for something I did wrong, but in this house, I was repenting for my father's deeds. I seriously wished I was never his daughter to begin with, or my parents should have sent me to an orphanage; that would have saved everyone a lot of time.
Yuvaan left no stone turned to make my life miserable than it already was. I understood he wasn't happy with the whole situation, but what gave him the right to treat me like this?
Maybe you yourself did, Reyna. Still you think that he will change and accept you. He isn't at fault here, you are. And why should he do as you are wishing him to? He barely knows you. Who knows whether he has a girlfriend or not?
I shook my head, trying to keep my annoying inner voice at bay. There was no way Yuvaan had a girlfriend. He would have mentioned about her at least once in all these days. Moreover, I had never heard about him having an affair earlier.
He was single before getting married to me. But was it possible that he could have a mistress, or someone to keep him company whenever he traveled abroad? After he returned from Italy, I heard him talking to someone on his phone-I guess her name was Heena?-and he seemed pretty jolly during the conversation.
I didn't like it. Even for a year, but I was his wife, wasn't I? Couldn't he wait until we got the divorce? I was doing everything he told-no, ordered me, so shouldn't he be a tiny bit considerate?
Who are you joking, Reyna? You think a billionaire like him wouldn't have someone special in his life? And not just one person, he could have a whole harem!
"REYNA! What the fuck?!"
I was pushed aside by Yuvaan and stumbled a bit. Gladly, I didn't fall down. I stared at Yuvaan who was mumbling incoherent words while talking on his phone. He was wearing casual clothes, maybe he was going to a party or something. He glanced at his car and then glared at me.
"Dude, she ruined my car! How am I supposed to come now?" he yelled on the phone.
He waited for sometime and then continued. "Yeah, I know I have other cars too, but this was my favourite. You know what? Hang up for a minute. Let me deal with the Trash first." He cut the call and turned towards me.
"Can't you do even one thing properly? You found only my car to spoil?" he roared.
"All cars are yours," I replied and regretted instantly.
He rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples with his fingers. "You were supposed to clean the car, not cover it in detergent! Who the hell does that? Don't you even have some common sense?"
He looked like he would cry any minute. I didn't know how I was supposed to do it. I only had two hours of sleep; thanks to the double amount of work I had to do. He should be thankful that I was doing it without complaining.
