My Wife is a Sassy Queen

When Lydia woke up next, she felt disoriented and thirsty.

She looked around and gulped a glass of water from the table stand.

As she drank the water, the events before she had passed out came to her, and she shrieked.

A woman opened the door when she heard the scream.

Lydia screamed, “Who are you? What did you do to me?”

The woman frowned, but she kept her temper and explained.

“My husband brought you back last night. He saved you from an unfortunate situation.”

Lydia did not believe her and started throwing things at her.

The woman was exasperated and locked the door from the outside.

Lydia screamed and scolded her some more. She became quiet when she felt tired.

After waiting for some time, Lydia looked around the dingy room.

It did not even have an attached bathroom.

She looked into it properly, and it seemed like a poor person’s bedroom. She did not feel any discomfort, and her body did not seem to have any marks.

‘Did the woman tell the truth?’

With that thought, Lydia tried to open the door but found it locked from the outside.

Then she became angry again and started to hammer the door from the inside.

She began her verbal abuse once more and kept at it until she slumped on the floor due to exhaustion.

Her throat was dry, and there was no water.

After a long time, the same woman opened the door again.

She stoically asked if she was hungry.

Lydia wanted to shout at her again but refrained from it.

She nodded robotically.

The woman brought her outside and showed her to a bathroom. Their entire house seemed to have only one bathroom.

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Lydia thought in her mind but kept mum.

In the bathroom, she got more shock as there was no tissue paper. There was water, and she had to clean up using water.

She washed her hands, scrubbing them with soap over and over again.

She had never felt so uncomfortable. After that, she freshened up the best she could and came out.

The woman gave her a toothbrush.

Lydia stared at it for a while – it was a standard toothbrush from an unknown brand. It had been years since Lydia used a regular toothbrush. She was used to an electric one.

She took it anyway and brushed her teeth.

After that, she went to the dining room. It seemed to double for the living room as well.

She bit back her comments and sat down.

But the woman did not seem to have any interest in feeding her.

She busied herself in the kitchen without care.

Lydia cleared her throat a few times. Finally, she got a reaction, but it wasn’t what she had hoped for at all.

She came out of the kitchen and admonished Lydia for being ungrateful and rude.

“My husband saved your life, even got beat up for you. And you dare to be rude and demanding. Who do you think you are? Are we your servants? Why should I cater to you?”

Lydia fumed, having forgotten her predicament. “You are a poor uncouth bitch. How dare you talk to me like that? See how I teach you a lesson.”

“This poor uncouth bitch and her husband saved you from being raped. I could have sold you to a hotel for a pretty penny, but we took you in and cared for you when you were all hot and bothered. Is this how you repay us for our kindness?”

Lydia frowned.

She had no retort for the woman’s words. Indeed she had not been raped. But she couldn’t believe such a rude woman had saved her life.

As such, she started her verbal diarrhea.

She was the young lady of the Aprices. How dare a filthy woman look down on her?

At that moment, Lydia had entirely forgotten that she was homeless and her parents were in jail. She had nowhere to go.

Lydia’s verbiage ended when the woman slapped her in the face.