My Evil Husband by Sweet Mia novel Chapter 8

Anna POV

I walked into my room and sat on the bed.

Why she is doing this with me. I think she hates me too like my parents and husband.

Why everyone hates me. I have never done anything wrong in my life.

In fact, I have never hurt anyone in my life.

Then why all this is happening me with. Please God helps me.

I don't want anyone to hate me. I want someone to love me.

I laid down on the bed as I don't have anything to do.

I think I should ask him if I can do a job or maybe continue my study.

Before the wedding, I want to go to a college and graduate the college with a degree.

And after that, I want to find a good job so I can live alone.

Then I want to marry someone who will love me unconditionally and then we will have a lot of babies.

And we will live happily with our children. But now that just became a dream.

I think I should go to my, uh I mean my parent's house.

I am going to ask them about the reason for their hate toward me.

I am getting tired of this hate game. Sometimes I think I should kill myself.

It's not like anyone is going to miss me.

But I can't do it. Call me whatever you want but I just can't kill myself.

I can sleep for a little while. I set an alarm on my phone and fell asleep.

I woke up after hearing the alarm. And the first I noticed that there was a plate of food on the table beside me.

I got out of bed and saw that the time is 6 o'clock.

I have 2 hours left to prepare his dinner.

But about the plate of food who bring it here in my room.

Maybe it was Maria. But why will she do that?

My stomach growled and I placed my hand on it.

My stomach wants food huh. I walked into the bathroom and did my business.

Then I wash my face and comb my hair and put it into a ponytail.

I got out of the bathroom and sat on the bed.

Maybe I should eat it. I pick up the plate from the table.

I sat on the bed comfortably and started to eat the food.

Hmmm, it's yummy. Everything is perfect in it.

There is no extra salt or chillies in it.

I ate all the food and went downstairs with my plate.

There is no one in the living room. Maybe everyone went to their wing.

I washed the plate and started to make his dinner.

After a while, my cooking was done.

I sat in the living room and waited for him to return from the office.

I laid on the couch. I was getting nervous.

How will I tell him that he can't have sex with me?