"Is this what your mother taught you?"

He threw the tea cup on the floor and snapped up from his chair. He strode towards me and grabbed my chin in a strong hold.

"Answer me!" he thundered.

"I am sorry. I promise I will not repeat this mistake again," I cried out as my lips trembled.

"Pathetic."

He tilted my head to the side harshly and I didn't dare to make any eye contact. Tears were rolling down my cheeks continuously, no matter how much I tried to control them.

I wanted to scream and hit him but I didn't have any strength left. I felt so weak that I thought I would drop dead any minute. I clutched the chair beside me tightly for support as I felt my legs trembling.

"What did I do to have someone like you as my wife?" he spat and moved to get his coat from the couch.

He threw me a glare and left. The moment he went out of sight, I dropped down on the floor and cried my heart out. It hurt to be insulted every day. I wanted to leave but I didn't know where I would go.

My own husband didn't love me. For him I was nothing but a liability which was forced on him. I meant nothing to him. I never meant anything to anyone. I was just a human shell with a dead soul.

No, human would be a very good term for me. You know what I was? Trash. A gifted trash.