The Woman From Hell

I had no strength left to criticize him, so I just gave him a thumbs up. "You’re really rich, Mr. Grant!”

I was the one who did not understand the thinking and world of the rich.

I did not wear jewelry, so wearing them at home would turn them into something useless. Some jewelry was like clothes. They had a season. They might seem expensive now but they would depreciate in value once it was past the season.

Not wanting to entertain this childish man anymore, I turned around and went upstairs.

Theo followed me. After the whole ordeal, he stopped arguing with me over Tyler's affairs. However, he made another unreasonable request this time, which was to ask me to order a custom-made couple ring for the two of us.

The criteria were the same-I had to make my own money and the ring had to be silver. I had to be the one to custom make it myself and the style had to be similar to the previous three rings. The reason he gave? Tyler had one so he must have one too. 1 Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Theo was simply unreasonable. Apart from the fact that we already had wedding rings, no company's

president would make such a rough-cut silver ring.

"Theo, are you childish or sick in the head? You should probably see a doctor!" No way, how was I supposed to pick up scraps like in the past? Where was I supposed to find boxes to fold?

"If you can make money to make Tyler a ring, why can't you do it for me? I'm your husband, and it’s only right for you to make one for me. How can a nominal brother like him be worthy of receiving a ring from you?"

I could not reason with him at all. Those were all things that happened many years ago.

I burst out laughing. "In that case, you’re my nominal husband too. Also, rings are typically given by the man to the woman. You should be the one to buy me a ring. Besides, I gave you a gift but you didn’t even look at it."

"A gift? What else have you given me besides those two sets of clothes that I'm about to wear out?" He pulled a long face, grumpiness written all over his face.

"I bought you pajamas, belts, and clothes back in Salt City but you never once appreciated them."

"You did? Why am I not aware of that?" He sat up, looking at me in surprise.

"Of course. I put the clothes I bought you in the closet every time. You didn’t even look at them." I felt tremendously aggrieved about this too. Speaking of which, I did enjoy buying things for him when we just got married, but they were always piled up in the closet. He never wore them, and I never brought it up.

"Which closet did you put them in? Don't you know where my closet is?" He gave me a sideways glance.

"I do!" I nodded with righteous indignation. "Your closet is full of business attire, all of them are expensive and top of the line. The ones I bought are home clothes, so they don't fit in the closet. That's why I put all of them in the closet in the bedroom, but you've never even looked at them."

"Don't you know that I only wear clothes from the cloakroom?" He exhaled. "But I didn't see them in the closet afterward. Where did they go?"

What he meant by afterward was when I was pregnant and he returned to the bedroom to sleep.

"The closet is too small and my clothes couldn't fit, so I threw them away. But I couldn't bring myself to discard a shirt that was slightly expensive and looked good. I gave it to Dr. Lynch after his clothes were soaked by the rain last time."

"You gave my clothes to someone else?" He raised his voice to criticize me.

"You wouldn't wear it anyway and it was a waste to leave it there. What’s wrong with giving it away?" I was speechless.

"Get it back immediately."

Huh?

This was so long ago but he was actually saying things like that. Gosh.

"I will not do embarrassing things like that. You can g o and take the shirt back if you're so bold!" This was m y first time seeing someone asking for something back after it had been given away. What was more, it was a pretty expensive shirt.

"If I say I want it, then I want it." He wore a nonchalant expression and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Uh, do you really want it back?" Seeing that he was serious about it, I could not help but ask.

"You bought it for me. What’s wrong with asking for it back?"

"I don't think it’s a good idea. Why don't I buy a new one for you tomorrow?" I quickly offered. I did not want Mason to feel speechless after receiving the call. Perhaps he had already thrown the shirt away.

"That's not a bad offer. I happen to have no more clothes to wear. But I want that shirt back. It belongs t o me and can't be given to just about anyone."

Fine. I was speechless. He could do whatever he wanted as long as it made him happy!