Alesia's POV.
"Are you not gonna say anything?!" I yelled after my husband, as we walked into the living room. I had let him be last night because of how badly hurt he was. Still trying to proceed with the fact he just gave me away for his own debt.
"Alesia please..". He was holding his head, groaning in pain like I was the one who put us in this situation.
"Please what? That you owe One hundred and sixty grand? Or you just gave me away like a commodity to a freaking mafia boss?!"
"Can you fucking stopped with the yelling? You're giving me a headache!" He snapped back. I flinched back in fear.
"How about the fucking headache you out us in?! What did you even use the money for? We were fine, we had the bakery and I was working ....". He cut me off before I could continue.
