Where Is My Wife?
"Me! Insignificant!" Yvonne's bulging eyes almost popped out of its socket.
She couldn't believe her eyes or her ears at the words coming out of Ella's mouth.
This was the same Ella, who was a scared little puppy some months back. The same crybaby Ella, who was always careful not to overstep her boundaries. The same Ella, who had been very careful not to piss off anyone in the Treshvire family.
"This Ella has indeed grown wings!" Yvonne mused incoherently.
"Yes, you!" Ella looked her straight in the eyes and pointed at her, fearlessly. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I am Mrs. Ariella Treshvire, a bonafide and legally married wife to this family. My husband's home is also my home. If anyone should confront me about using anything in this house, it should be your mum or your unmarried sister."
"You gold-digging b**ch!" Yvonne pointed her finger at Ella threateningly. "You..."