My Evil Husband by Sweet Mia novel Chapter 12

Anna POV

Oh my God. Now, what rule did I break? I mean I only got a little late to make his dinner.

I gasped internally he told me not to tell anyone what's happening inside our bedroom

And I told my parents. Now he is going to kill me.

"I am sorry," I said softly while looking down.

I think my cheek is going to bruise. I am going to ice it after dinner.

"You will be sorry when you will not get any dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow." He said in an evil voice.

I sighed and said "Ok sir"

"Now go and make my dinner fast or I am not going to leave you tonight" he hissed and I ran to the kitchen.

I make his dinner quickly and Maria helped me silently.

But the whole time I was crying. Today is the second-worst day of my life.

My first worst day was when I came into this life.

I wiped my tears and bring the dishes to the dining table from the kitchen.

He was already sitting on his seat and was smoking.

I served him his food and he gestured me to come near him.

I went toward him hesitantly and take the cigarette from his mouth.

He held it in his hand and used his other hand to hold my hand.

I thought he was going to pull me in his lap but he pressed the burning cigarette to my hand.

I screamed so loud that all the staff came from their room.

But he still didn't leave it, he burned my hand from 5 places with that cigarette.

All I can do was screaming and pleading for him to leave it.

After he was done he left my hand. I held it to my chest and sobbed.

He grabbed my chin and squeezed it then said "next time if you didn't follow my rules then there will be consequences. Understand"

I nodded and weep silently. Everyone was giving me looks of pity.

Again I was embarrassed. God, my hand is paining so much.

What did I do to deserve this? Maybe this is my mother curse.

I am indeed living hell. But I don't want this.

He told me to serve his food and I served it with shaky hands.

Thank God I didn't spill anything otherwise he would have killed me.

He had his dinner quickly. I was hungry too but I have to wait till tomorrow lunch.

He finished and went upstairs and I take the dishes from the table and went to the kitchen.

I washed it but the pain is not getting less. I sniffled.

Maria came into the kitchen and I wiped my tears but they are not stopping.

She came toward me and hold my hand under the cool water.

After some minutes, she cleaned it with a gauze and gave me a cream.

I was about to thank her but she walked out of the kitchen.

I went upstairs into my room and saw that he was on call.

I was about to sit on the bed but I feel like throwing up.

So I covered my mouth with my hand and ran to the washroom.

I puked in the toilet and flushed it. When I stood I feel dizzy so I leaned against the wall.