Michael Shaw's pov

Women. I hate the word and the creature. They are repulsive, little pieces of shit that cause only suffering and pain for everyone who associates with them. To me they are all dogs. Dogs that need to be owned and trained. But even if you do train them, that doesn't ensure they will stay loyal. They will always find a way to stab you in the back. Mentally and physically. My mother was a good example of how women were.

She was the reason for my nightmares. She was the reason for my scars. She was the reason why I hated her kind and anyone who looked like her. She was a true replica of Satan. She deceived my father with fake love and kept hurting me along the way. But her true intentions were soon revealed to my dim-witted father who was consumed in his company. He saved me. After he got rid of her, my father found closure. I never did and that's why my opinion on woman will never change.

"Baby, that bitch tried to kill you. She wanted the doctors to just pull the plug on you and give up but I saved the day. I saved you baby. My blood type was the same as yours so I decided to give you some. I can't live without you" Cindy said over dramatically, as she was rubbing her face on my hand. Some of her cheap make up was getting on my hand so I pulled away and wiped it on the hospital blanket. I hate Cindy very much. When I touch her, it causes me to gag and her squeaky voice makes my ears go numb but I tolerated her. She was nothing but a dirty little slut I had lying around for when I want to satisfy my urges.

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"Baby I know you would do anything for me" I said with fake gratitude. I need to get her out of here. She had only been here for an hour and she was already irritating me beyond what I could handle. My father was just standing by the window looking at the cars passing by.

"Cindy, get out. I need to talk to my dad" I commanded and like an obedient dog, she left.

"Dad, I need you to get to the bottom of this. I have a feeling that my wife was apart of this plot to kill me" I said in a serious tone.

My father was silent. He didn't even move upon me talking to him.

How rude!

"Dad, What's wrong?" I said agitated that he was ignoring me. It was about five minutes of silence until he turned around to look at me with disappointment in his eyes.

"Son, why do you treat her like that?" he said.

"Cindy? She'll be fi-." I started but he interrupted.

"I'm talking about your wife son" he said.

"Oh her? She's nothing dad. She's just a pawn in our plan remember. After I get her pregnant and take the child, she will be homeless." I said causally.

"SON!" he said furiously.

"What dad? That woman is nothing but a walking STD. She is the exactly like mother" I said in the same causal tone.

"Son, have you gotten to know your wife at all before or after you married her?" he said irritated.

"OF COURSE NOT DAD. SHE IS TRYING TO KILL ME. WITHOUT CINDY I DON'T THINK I WOULD BE HERE" I shouted angrily. How could he be on that woman's side? After what Cindy told me, I know she will try again to succeed in her plan. And I wasn't gonna let that happen.

"Son,-" he started to say but was cut off by Cindy slamming the door open and then rushing over to me.

"Baby, why are you guys taking so long? I can't stand to be away from you. I have to know exactly what you're doing so I make sure I can protect you." She babbled as she kissed my hand.

"Cindy, get the hell out. Who told you, you could come back in here?" I said through gritted teeth and shoved her off me. When she was about to say something else the doctor came inside.

"Ms. Homer, can I speak to you privately?" the doctor asked.

"No. Whatever you have to say, you can say to my future husband and my future father in law" she said confidently and reached for my hand. All my father did was glare at her.

"Very well. Do you have a doctor to treat your STD? I mean, I can refer you to someone. You should start right away with treatment." the doctor said.

"STD?!" I shouted shocked. I ripped my hand out of hers and looked at her with disgust. This woman gave me her disease.

"Baby, I have no idea what he's talking about" she said and went over to me again but I pushed her away.

Then my father interjected "Oh yes you do" he said as he snickered with his hand over his mouth.

"Baby they're lying. I would never cheat on you. Jeanette must have probably bribed them with your money to say such awful things about me. I'm the one that saved you life" she said sincerely as tears rolled down her face.

"Doctor, is that true?" I questioned as I took my eyes off her to look at him. I couldn't believe her. Women should never be trusted.

"No. Your wife gave you the blood" the doctor said.

"What?" I said confused and then Cindy started to cry louder and tried to hug me.

"UGH! Doctor,can you please call someone to take Ms. Homer away?!" I shouted annoyed as Cindy was still trying to touch me. When the guards finally came to drag her away, I was left befuddled. Why would a complete bitch help me? But then an idea popped into my brain, maybe this is a part of her plan to kill me gain my trust and then snap off with my head. This small act meant nothing. The woman I married is nothing but a snake trying to play nice then strangle me later.

"Dad, do you know why she would do this?" I asked.

"You would have to ask her" he sighed as he walked out the door. Not even a goodbye.

After spending most of the month of October in the hospital, I was finally released on the first of November. Sadly, I had to postpone my trip with Carly. That bitch of a wife ruined my nieces happiness and as soon as I saw her she was gonna pay.

Cindy attempted to visit me everyday in the hospital and everyday I would call security. Because of her bothersome nature, I decided to stop the situation completely. I put out a restraining order on her. My father would visit to give me some cloths to wear and my wife was thankfully no where to be found. When I got out of the hospital, I went to the lounge, signed out, got some medicine the doctor prescribed, and went to the front of the hospital to wait for my dad to come get me. Then a red Volvo Station-wagon pulled up in front of me and then Jeanette got out.

"Hi" She said as she stood on the other side of the car.

"What are you doing here?" I growled and slammed the roof of her car with my hand. I didn't want to see the woman who tried to murder me. I need to get my plan together to stop her.

"I'm here to pick you up from the hospital dumb ass" she said casually.

"My father said he was picking me up" I growled.

"And your father also said you were a nice person. As you can see, people lie." she said with a smirk.

"I'm not goin-" I started to say but was cut off my Cindy. Then me and Jeanette looked in her direction. She was running towards us from a far distance.

"BABY, DON'T WORRY I CAME TO PICK YOU UP" she yelled as she ran. I really didn't want to deal with her right now.

"Or you could go with her" Jeanette said as she shrugged her shoulders and got into the car. I wasted no time, throwing my crutches inside the back seat and hobbled over to the passenger's seat.

"Drive now" I barked at her. She unparked the car in one swift motion and pushed the gas. We passed a sobbing Cindy on the way off hospital property.

"Well that was fun" Jeanette said.

"Shut up" I said with irritation. Her voice made me angry. Her presence made me angry. Her face made me angry. EVEN HER SMELL MADE ME ANGRY. I felt like chocking the life out of her sometimes and putting her in a ditch. But as you know that's illegal in all 50 states.

"Make me, I mean, unless you wanna get into another accident again" she said glancing at me with a smirk.

"You're a bitch" I said coldly as I clenched my fist to restraint myself.

"And you're a jackass. What else is new?" she giggled unaffected my remark.

The whole car ride was silence. None of us spoke and I was some how irritated by that. The silence. It reminded me of old Jeanette. That Jeanette would be very obedient and I had no problem controlling her. That's one of the reason why I married her. I knew she would never defy me. This new Jeanette made me hate her even more then I already did.

When she pulled up into the parking she got out before me and tried to help me out of the car because I was still a little hurt by the puncture in my gut. Her touching me was making me mad so I pushed her and she fell her ass on the ground.

I thought that she would say something but instead she just got up and went inside the house.

That bitch left me to struggle I thought to myself as I got out of the front seat and went to go get my crutches from the back.

When I finally got inside the house, I went to the kitchen to get some water and she was there. She was holding a hot cup of tea in a mug and was walking carefully to a bar stool to sit on. Then a thought came to mind. I stuck out one of my crutches in front of her foot and she fell along with her tea. Her skin turned red and her white shirt became see through. I simply walked over her, got my water and left her on the ground. I went to my room and started to check my emails. When I couldn't find anything interesting so I started to lay down to take a nap but then the door busted open.

It was Jeanette charging towards me with a bucket and then she threw some cold ass water on me.

"YOU BITCH" I yelled as she sat their soaking wet.

"YOU BASTARD" she yelled back as me and walked up to me and raised a hand to slap me in the face but I caught it.

"YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO THROW WATER ON ME" I barked and put her face close to mine.

"JUST LIKE YOU HAD THE AUDACITY TO THROW COFFEE ON ME FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS. THAT BULL SHIT YOU PULLED DOWN STAIRS AIN'T GONNA GET PASSED ME ANYMORE." she yelled as she tried to wiggle free from my grasp.

"YOU DESERVED WORSE" I yelled through gritted teeth.

"SO DO YOU ASS HAT" she said in the same voice as me.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM" I yelled even louder and tightened my grip on her wrists and she whimpered in response.

"Or what? You gonna punish me? You already did that when you made me be your wife" she spat.

"Shut the fuck up and get out" I said in a warning voice.

"Or what?" She challenged.

I don't know what came over me but I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard. She was trying to pull away first, but it didn't work. Soon I started moving my lips and she had no choice but to the same. Our lips moved in sync and both of us were trying to take control. I won obviously and it started to go deeper. she tasted like peppermint. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and she grabbed my shirt. While I was moving, I bit her lip hard enough to taste blood and that caused her to moan a little. We were left that way for a couple of minutes. Then I pulled away to get some air. The kiss was electricity. Her lips were something I never experienced before. They were soft, and warm. Maybe it was the words that came from her mouth that made me want to shut her up. People never usually speak to me the way she did besides my father. Everyone else is horrified of me even my sister. But Jeanette had shown a side to me that I never knew she could possess. Although I hated her I was drawn to her.

Our heavy panting filled the room and then she finally spoke "Why do you keeping doing that?"

I couldn't explain why I did it. Her lips were just so intriguing. When I pulled away I automatically looked into her eyes and my anger resurfaced. Her eyes reminded me of my hatred.

"Get the fuck out" I growled and pushed her away. She landed on the floor and then got up fast and went in my face.

"Why do you keep doing that?" she growled and grabbed my shirt.

"I have no idea what your talking about, you fat ass gold digger. Now get the fuck out." I growled back and kept a hard face. She had no right to question me. In fact no woman had the right to question me.

"Choke on a bag of dicks, asshole" she spat and then she got up from the bed. She went to my draw and started shuffling through it to find something.

"WHAT THE-" I started to yell but she interrupted me by throwing a towel on me and some dry cloths.

"Get out of those or get flu" she said and then walked out of the room without giving me a chance to yell at her.

I sat there confused. I did horrible things to her for the past year like coffee spill on her, called her names, yell at her and a million other things that either embarrassed her or harmed her. Even though she's developed some courage to stand up to me, she still decides to do nice things for me. After that I change and had Mady switch the sheets so I could go to bed.

The next morning I had nothing to do. My father was doing work for me at the company while I was out. Since I couldn't get out of bed, I just sat their for an hour or two rearranging my thoughts to see how I could stop Jeanette in her plans. Then it occurred to me that the house was too silent so I called Mady.

"Mady, is Jeanette here?" I said causally.

"No she went to visit Carly sir" Mady said. I said okay and dismissed her.

The day flew by and it was now night time. Jeanette still wasn't home. I made my way down stairs and towards the kitchen with the help of Louie. I sat their to wait for Jeanette because I wanted to give her a piece of my mind. She can't just whore around all day and then finally come home. This is not a hotel. Suddenly the door opened and close and she came to the kitchen. I was sitting in the dark so when she opened the light she was startled.

"Why are you home at 11?" I barked.

"I have a jobs to do" she said casually and went to the fridge.

"You're quitting them" I said shortly.

"Think again" she simply said and went to sit on the bar stool next to me.

"I'm serious" I growled.

"Likewise. Look we have to clean your bandages or you'll get infected. I'll be right back" she said as she changed the topic and went off somewhere. She then came back with supplies the doctor gave me. She sat the items on the counter and scooched the bar stool closer to me so she could get a better angle of the wound.

"Get away from me. I can do it myself" I said and grabbed her wrist before she tried to place the cotton ball that was socked it in a liquid to clean my wound.

"Shut up for once and let me do this" she said as she ripped her hand out of my grasp and place the cotton ball on me.

"Oww..." yelled and grabbed her wrist again. I looked at her with gritted teeth but she was still looking at my wound. After the pain dulled she removed the cotton ball and started to wrap me with gauze.

Before she got up to leave I grabbed her arm, "You better quit those jobs cow" I said in a warning voice.

"And you better stop calling me cow, you son of a bitch" she said in the same tone as me. I looked at what she was wearing. It was too revealing to me and I became agitated.

"What is this?" I growled as I made gestures towards her outfit.

"Cloths" she said casually.

"Don't ever wear this outfit again" I said in a warning tone.

"I don't take orders Michael" she glared at me and tried to leave again.

"Jeanette, if you wear these again I will punish you" I said shortly.

"Empty threats get you no where Michael" she sighed in an uncaring tone.

"That threat about you being blackballed is still on the table." I spat and in response she glared at me.

"That's bull. I married you and that's the only thing I have to do for year" she said.

"Think again" I said amused.

"What do you mean?" she said confused.

"Well as a wife you are required to do wifely duties for a year" I said with an evil smirk.