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"Gosh." Margarita gritted as she hear the programmed voice, saying the call was unreachable.

She hang up as she dialed again, still it's turns out nothing.

"Shits." She grunts throwing the phone to the bed.

She is tired and fed up already.

Of living with someone who seem not to consider her, as living as a goddamn housewife. Been stuck as a mother in a mansion lonely.

Margarita cussed under her breath for letting herself be this way.

Her dream was to have him completely, have him to love and care for her but it seems impossible with the way he behaves and treated her, like some dirty old stinky rag.

He lives with her under same roof, but it doesn't gives her the joy. It takes three days in a week to see him and when she does it takes only ten minutes of the twenty four hours of a day to have conversation with him.

She was bound from going anywhere without his permission.

She walk out of her room, as usual the mansion was as quiet as no one is living in whereas she is in.

"Ma... Ma N