Amanda was on the first floor as she looked at how the guests were flowing downstairs. She had been through a lot and was in pain.

"Look, look who is here." A voice startled her, making her look behind.

"What do you want, Eunice?" she asked softly with her head looking down.

"What do I want? Who do you think you are to talk back to me?" Eunice asked angrily.

"I am currently not in the mood to argue with you. This grandma's birthday and it would be a pity if you destroyed it with your tantrums," Amanda said calmly.

Today was the old woman's seventieth birthday. Even if everyone in the house hated her and made everything difficult for her, she had to play the role of the daughter-in-law of the Scott family.

"Don't you feel ashamed opening your stinking mouth while talking to me? But at least you know your place. Don't you dare go downstairs and disgrace our family more than you had done by marrying into this family," Eunice sneered as she walked past Amanda who stood there emotionless.

There was nothing she could do to Eunice since she was Damian's little sister. How she wished that Damian wasn't out of the country. Even though he doesn't like her, he respects her as his wife and has always stood up for her.

"Oh, and by the way, Marie is coming to the party so please don't be arrogant and let your jealousy get the best of you," Eunice shouted as she reached the staircase.

Amanda felt betrayed and humiliated, she didn't understand why they all preferred that old witch to her. She knew that she was prettier than the woman hence she didn't know what to do to gain her in-law's love and affection which they gave to another person.

"Marie?" she murmured.

She did not even listen to Eunice as she was saying those words but now understood. She knew that if Marie was coming that meant that Damian too would be coming.

She felt as if she had been pierced in her heart. Everyone knew that he was coming apart from her. He didn't even call or text her to tell her that he would be coming. Nonetheless, she had missed the man. She ran to her room and locked the door. After taking the phone, she called her husband whom he had saved as hubby.

After the second ring, the call was connected.

"Why are you calling?" he asked grumpily.

"Mmh, I am sorry for calling," she said softly, afraid to make him more mad than he already was.

"What do you want?" he shouted.

"Honey, who is calling you?" a voice said in the background.

Amanda could not believe it. She had always known that Damian had never cheated on her but now it seems that she was wrong.

"Don't worry, baby, it's just some idiot," he said lovingly.

Amanda had witnessed how Damian talked to his family and friends, with a lot of care and love but when it came to her, he was always rude and arrogant.

"I am hanging the call and if you want to cry go and cry unto your dead parents," he said before hanging up.

She stared at the phone in her hands and laughed at herself. She was too naive. Too callow. How could she even think that he would one day notice her and reciprocate her feelings? Even though she was now in a bad mood, she wouldn't let it affect the party.

Wiping her tears and reattaching her makeup, she later went downstairs where the party was officially taking place to avoid quarrels and dramas with her in-laws.

"Here she comes."

"She is so disrespectful. How can she wear cheap clothes during Old Mrs Scott's birthday?"

"I wonder how she married into this family."

"She is a nobody, just a useless orphan. Damian should have married Marie instead."

She heard people's murmurs but she didn't let it affect her. In fact, she smiled brightly at them making them despise her even more.

"Look who has just woken up! As if she is the princess. Hurry up and serve the guests. You filthy monkey," her mother-in-law said immediately after she saw her.

"Okay, Mom," she said as she walked to the kitchen.

"Miss, what are you doing here? You are supposed to be at the party," Mike, the butler said.

"Ooh, Mam has just told me to serve the guests so I am here to arrange some drinks before taking them out," she explained.

"She is just like us who work as maids even if she is married in this family," one of the maids whispered.

"Shut up and do your work."

"No, it's fine. Whatever she is saying is true."

She walked towards the cabinets, took out some glasses and arranged them neatly on the tray before pouring juice into them. After finishing that, one of the maids emerged," Ma'am, let me take them out as you continue preparing others."

"Okay."

She continued doing that work as different workers came, took them and went to serve the guests.

"Who do you think you are? Didn't I tell you to serve the guests? Why are you letting the maids do your work? Are you the boss or are you just a low-less human being who sorts for shelter in our house?" Harriet, her mother-in-law shouted.

"I am sorry, ma'am," she apologized.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that name? I am not your mother," Harriet said as she slapped her. "Do your work and let my workers be. You aren't the one who pays them. Hurry and go out there to serve," she said.

She lowered her head downwards to prevent tears from falling since she didn't want to be slapped again. She wondered how long it would take for them to love and accept her. She saw the maids were looking at her with sympathy while others even had tears in their eyes. She was so close with them since she spent most of the time with them doing work. She took the tray full of glasses of juice and walked out of the kitchen.

"Hello, do you want a glass of juice?" she asked politely as she walked around.

"Hei, come and give me some juice," Eunice shouted at the other end.

Amanda clenched her hands as she walked over there. She got to her knees so that Eunice could take the glass.

"Help me to drink it," she said arrogantly.

Having no other choice left, she placed the tray on the table before proceeding to put the glass on Eunice's lips. Being the cold-hearted person she has always been, she didn't open her lips making the juice pour onto her dress.

"Who did you just do?" she shouted.

"I am so sorry. You are the one…" Before Amanda got a chance to complete her words, she felt some cold liquid on her face.

"What were you going to say? That it is my fault?" Eunice asked.

"No."

"Good. Look who is there! Big brother and Marie just arrived."

Amanda followed their gaze and saw them. She was jealous and at the same time in pain as she wondered why she wasn't the one with him.

"Can you stand up and get a cup of coffee for Marie and my son?" Harriet asked her.

She saw Marie smirking at the humiliation she was facing. She stood up and went to the kitchen.

"Ma'am, why don't you go and clean yourself and change? I will take the coffee to them," one of the maids said.

"No, you don't know how evil that woman is, even if you take it to them, she would refuse to drink till I take it to her. I will clean up later, don't worry," Amanda said as she prepared the coffee.

She later walked out and went in their direction with the cups of coffee.

"Welcome. Here is your coffee," she said as she got close to Marie so that she could pick the coffee.

In the blink of an eye, she heard a shout and a burning sensation and looked up.

"Da…Damien," Marie cried out.

"What the hell have you done?" Damian asked Amanda as he slapped her with great force, making her fall on the broken cups.

Amanda looked at her blooded and burnt hands and legs. She wondered why she was being blamed and it wasn't her fault, she was even more miserable and injured than her.

"It..it wasn't me," she stammered as she said without looking up at the man afraid to face his wrath.

"How can you say that it isn't you? We all saw what you did," Damian shouted as he looked at the woman on the ground with disgust. He didn't care whether she was burnt or wounded as to him, she deserved it.

"What the hell is going on?" Old Mrs Scott asked as she got to the foot of the stairs she was descending.

She looked at her guests' faces. She saw Marie in her grandson's, Damien's, hands while Amanda the wife was seated on broken cups while staring down.

The old woman looked at Amanda for a while as if she was trying to see through her and feel her pain then turned her eyes to her grandson.

"I didn't expect that from you," she snapped angrily at Amanda as she hit the floor with her walking stick.

"Grandma, it wasn't me," Amanda said as tears escaped her eyes hoping that she would have at least someone believing her.

"How can you say it wasn't you and we have all seen that it was you? I am even ashamed to say that you are my granddaughter-in-law who I always brag about and feel proud of. How can you embarrass us like this when there are guests?" Old Mrs Scott asked as she beat her without caring where she was hitting. "Grandma, it wasn't me. I was just serving the coffee. I don't know how it happened," Amanda tried to explain as she got the courage to look up to the old woman who was standing gracefully in front of her.

"Just shut up. Why did you have to ruin my birthday party?" Old Mrs Scott yelled as she beat her with her cane more mercilessly.

Amanda could not believe that everyone was against her. She wondered what she did wrong to go through all this or why they hated her so much.

"If I knew you were this type of person, I wouldn't have allowed my grandson to marry you. You are nothing but a joke and shame in this house," Old Mrs Scott said.

At this point in time, she knew that even if she said anything, no one would believe her so she opted to stay quiet and listen to their harsh words and how they regret.

"Stand up and go get a brush to wipe your mess," Harriet said.

"Okay, ma'am," she said.

"Don't you dare call me ma'am. Who is your mother here? I never gave birth to you so I am not your mother," Harriet yelled at her.

She nodded her head before exhausting herself. She walked to the laundry room and took a brush and a bucket.

"Ma'am, you are hurt, you don't need to do that. We will take care of it," one of the maids said.

"Just shut up. If you really want to help her then you know what she should do. If she doesn't do what she has been told, she will be beaten and abused far worse than this," another said.

"She is right. Don't worry yourselves about me. I will be alright," Amanda told them as she walked past them.

She walked back to the living room. As Amanda walked back, she found that some guests had already left, making her sigh in frustration. She looked at her in-laws only to find them giving me disgusting and angry looks.

"Mom, what did you see in this poor wretch?" Harriet asked her mother-in-law.

"Please don't start. I am already regretting that. Now look, my birthday has been destroyed," The old woman said angrily as she hit the floor with her cane strongly.

"Grandma, please stop what you are doing. We all know that you don't have enough strength and I am afraid that something might happen to you," Amanda said worriedly as I stopped waiting on the floor.

"Don't cuss at me since I have now gotten to know that you don't care about me," the old woman said as she hit Amanda with her cane.

Looking at the scene happening in front of her, Marie was pleased that she had gotten rid of Amanda's strong supporter in the family. She knew that she had to get Damien back even after being away from him for a long time. Marie didn't expect that even after staying with a woman for four years in the same house and room, Damien didn't love Amanda at all. Marie was shocked and pleased at the same time since it was evident that she was the only one in Damien's heart.

She felt Damien shifting her gaze making Marie turn to her painful look as she looked up at his tall figure.

"Damien," she said softly with pain in her voice.

Hearing this, Damien frowned a little bit before his cold endeavor returned.

"Don't worry, I will take you to the hospital," he said softly as he picked her up.

When Amanda had Damien's soft voice, her heart clenched in pain since she was used to his cold and distant voice which he always used when talking to her. She knew immediately that even after being married to the man for four years, Damien still loved his childhood sweetheart and she, Amanda did not owe even a single place in his heart. As painful as it was, she didn't want to make a fool out of herself and always didn't want the other's to see it as she believed they would mock her nonstop for being unsuccessful in taming her husband.

"Damien, my grandson. Can you wait, I want to request something of you," Old Mrs Scott said as soon as she saw Damien leaving with Marie in his hands.

"What is it, Grandma?" Damien asked as he turned his gaze to his grandmother.

"I want you to divorce this woman today! Can you do that for me? I know that your grandfather and I are the ones who forced you to marry her but I now regret it. I never thought that she was that kind of woman. Since she has ruined my birthday, I can't tolerate her presence in this house anymore. Can you do that for me on my birthday? Can you give it to me as my birthday gift?" The old woman said, shocking everyone present.

They all knew how she was fond of Amanda. Some felt sympathy for her since they believed that she shouldn't be divorced just because she slipped and made a mistake while some were happy in their hearts because, to them, such a low-life woman shouldn't be married into a rich family.

Amanda was shocked that she even dropped everything she was holding. She never expected that of her grandmother-in-law since they were so close to each other. She was sad and at the same time angry, she wondered what she could do to turn the tables upside down but she couldn't come up with anything at the moment.

"Grandma, why..." She tried talking only to be given a cold glare which was enough to make her keep quiet since she knew that things would be uglier than it was if she continued talking.

"I am not your grandmother anymore, go to the cemetery and call your grandmother," the old woman said harshly.

Tears were threatening to escape but Amanda didn't want to show her weakness to the people present. All she hoped was that Damien would reject his grandmother's request but she doubted whether she would get what she hoped for.

Damien looked at her with disdain when the eyes met before he walked to the nearby couch and placed Marie there.

"Give me a few minutes, everyone," he said as he started walking upstairs.

Seeing this, Amanda turned around to follow him but was stopped with a slap making her lose her footing and stagger backward.