I almost forgot. Since I got married to Haylee, she quit her job. I liked my assistant, so I made her my secretary, and now I needed a new assistant.

"What's your name?" I asked her, keeping my distance. I didn't want to frighten her anymore.

"Layla," she whispered, adjusting her red glasses.

She had a very beautiful orange hair color, and her nose was just so small and pointed. But I couldn't see her eyes properly.

"Take your glasses off," I told her slowly, but that sounded more like an order to her.

She hastily took off her glasses, and as a result, they crashed to the ground.

"Broken?" I lifted an eyebrow, while she quickly bent down to pick them up.

"Yes," she pressed her lips and looked at me with green eyes.

At least, one of her eyes was green. The other one was tightly closed.

"Were you born this way?" I asked her, and my question seemed to be offensive. I could tell she was holding back her tears.

"Never mind, just leave" I waved her off, and she ran out with pieces of her broken glasses.

Haylee's POV

"I thought you would never come back. I was hoping so, at least" Haylee spoke rudely to me, when she saw me walk into the room.

I threw my briefcase on the bed ignoring her words.

"I have packed my things, just in case you want a divorce" she smiled.

She sounded as if she wanted me to catch her in bed from the onset.

"No, you can stay. Just don't let other people know you cheat, I don't want the world to say my wife is a sl*t" I voiced out, while I looked at some papers.

"Even if she is" I mumbled the part out.

"What?!" She exclaimed, looking so shocked, and I turned to look at her.

"Have your dinner and sleep. I will use the guest room " I walked away just like that.

I couldn't even understand what had happened. Why wasn't I yelling at her, like I should be doing?.

I was in so much pain because of her.

But, I understood that pain needed to be transferred to the right person.

What Haylee did to me was condemnable and she has to pay for that. I still do love her, but I wish to give her a taste of her own medicine, but how?.

Layla's POV

"Layla, you are back!" My little sister ran to hug me, almost pushing me to the ground.

"How was …." She paused and then gasped suddenly.

"Your glasses broke Layla," she said in a whisper, and I picked her up immediately.

"I'll just get new ones" I swallowed hard, blinking softly.

"Look, I made dinner," she giggled.

And I laughed, knowing she probably mixed a bowl of cereal with the last milk at home. That was the only meal available for us.

Our parents died when she was still very little. I had to get several jobs just for us to survive. Things weren't always this way, we used to have a large house. Many servants worked for us as well, but my dad was into drugs and everything had to be taken from us, when we lost our parents.

And now, my sister is dying from leukemia, she can be saved, now that she hasn't gotten to the last stage.

But I don't have the money. Whenever I remember that fact, tears flow down my eyes.

"It's okay, don't cry Layla '' she pulled out a seat for me, while she sat on me wiping my tears and making me smile.

She is so sweet, I can't lose her. She is the only family I have left, I need her to survive. If only the universe would give my 10 years old sister a chance at life, I would be so grateful.

*****

"I'm so sorry" Layla rushed to tender an apology to Zeke after she had just spilled hot coffee on his white shirt.

"What were you thinking, can't you see?" Zeke blurted out, and it didn't waste time for a surge of guilt to flush over him.

"I'm sorry sir, I will clean it " she tried to wipe his shirt with her handkerchief, but it was only making things worse for her.

"Stop it, I thought your open eye could see. So, why acting like you can't see that, you are ruining my shirt for me" he hissed and walked away.

Layla stood there like a statue, with her head hung low while her fellow employees laughed at her.

"I think you should get both eyes checked," one of them laughed at her.

Layla was born with one of her eyes closed. She had been to so many doctors, and none of them could do anything.

Her parents soon gave up, and she began to wear glasses to make them less noticeable.

Though, recently before her parents died, she heard them talking about flying her abroad for a special treatment. Now they are gone, she has to live that way for the rest of her life.

Layla's POV

As if being bullied at school wasn't enough, now I have to face them too. I think I am cursed, I walked out of the scene, as fast as I could.

It had barely been thirty minutes after I bumped into the boss that he sent for me. And now, I am going to get fired too, can my life get any worse?

"You called me sir?" I knocked on his already-opened door.

"Yes, I did. Please, Take a seat" He gestured, and I sat sideways.

"Seat comfortably, the chair isn't going to swallow you" he frowned at me, and closed the purple file in his hands.

"I want to talk to you about what happened earlier." He began to speak, and I didn't let him finish his sentence.

"I'm sorry sir, please don't fire me" I begged him with my hands together.

"Maybe, you should allow me to talk first" he raised an eyebrow at me, and I swallowed hard.