“It’s nothing, honey. Trust me, whatever it is, I will handle it,” he said, reaching for my hand across the table. But I pulled away, feeling angry.“We, Rick. We will handle it. You are not alone in this. Not especially after you have signed me as a shareholder. We will sort out issues together and make important decisions together,” I said, trying to sound calm and supportive. But I was far from it. I wanted to know what was going on in his company, what secrets he was keeping from me.“So? Tell me,” I said, leaning forward on his chair. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze.“It’s not something I want to talk about right now,” he said, taking a sip of his wine. I nodded, pretending to accept his answer.“Okay, fine. If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine,” I said, pouring myself a glass of juice. I needed something refreshing to cool down my temper.“Are you angry about it?” He asked, looking at me with concern. I shook my head, forcing a smile.“Oh no, I’m furious. But
“Oh, Landry probably doesn’t even know,” she said casually, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Sister, you have a lot of things to tell me about and trust me, I have my own tea to spill with you too!” I said eagerly. She squealed with delight and settled in.“I love me a good gossip. Shoot,” she said, giving me her full attention.“It is a lot! I mean, a whole lot! Are you free this noon? So you could come over. I would have come to your place, but my car is kind of ruined right now, courtesy of Bianca,” I said with annoyance, biting my lip.“What? Bianca who?” She asked, confused.“Bianca. The wife of Henry, the club owner,” I said and she gasped. “No way! No freaking way! You do have a lot to tell me. I’ll be in your house in an hour!” She said and I was so excited.“Alright. I’ll be waiting for you!” I said and she smiled and disconnected the call.I put down my phone and sighed. I couldn’t wait to see her and tell her everything.I decided to take out one of my favorite books to
“You know Rick. I have never actually met your wife,” she said, following me with her eyes.“No you haven’t. She’s a sight to behold isn’t she?” Rick said, looking at me with admiration. He tried to catch up with me, but I ignored him.“She’s nothing like they describe back at home,” she finally said casually. Her words made me stop in my tracks.“Excuse me?” I asked, turning around to face her.“What do they describe her as?” Rick asked curiously, standing beside me.“Well… they said she was fat and ugly and you only married her because your father threatened to remove you from his Will if you didn’t find a wife,” she said, as if it was no big deal.“Well, that’s refreshing,” I said, feeling shocked. I didn’t know that they despised me that much.“What was that?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.“Oh… nothing. I just didn’t think that you people hated me that much,” I said with a shrug. She had a sly smile on her face, as if she enjoyed my discomfort.“We don’t just hate you. We despise
I scanned the room for a moment again, hoping to spot the elusive bug, but I still found nothing. “I can swear there’s a bug here,” I muttered under my breath, frustration evident in my voice. I placed my hands on my hips and sighed.“Oh well,” I said to myself with a shrug and walked over to my reading table. It was covered with books of all genres and topics, reflecting my passion for reading. I felt that the more I read, the better the person I became.I had no job ever since I married Rick. The only job I had was to be a housewife. I often cursed myself for not getting a job so at least something would keep me busy from his cheating nature.Luckily, I found solace in my books. Whenever he brought a woman home, I’d block out their noise with music in my ears and just read a book till I fell asleep.I couldn’t exactly do anything about it and I felt he did it effortlessly because we were in a contract marriage. I was the one who went and foolishly fell in love with that man.All tho
“One of my properties in the state,” I replied casually, as if it was nothing.She stared at me for a few seconds, her mouth agape, then shook her head in disbelief. “What has been going on behind my back?” She said, laughing nervously. I joined her laughter, but mine was more confident and smug.“Oh… nothing. Just a little riches and properties here and there,” I said with a shrug, enjoying her reaction.“So your husband signed this house to your name then? Did you ask him for more houses, Jane?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking at me accusingly.“No! Of course not!… I mean, of course he did sign this house to me, but the remaining places are my properties, not his,” I said in exasperation, rolling my eyes at her.“I’m sorry, Jane… am I missing something? How did you acquire those properties?” She asked incredulously, leaning closer to me.I burst out laughing at her curiosity and naivety. “Oh, Sheba, you never cease to amaze me. With your mind so shallow,” I sai
“So how do we go about it, Jane? This brilliant plan of yours?” Sheba asked as I was packing my things. She just stood there, confused and worried, as she watched me throw my clothes into a suitcase. She couldn’t understand how I had made up my mind to move out of my husband’s house in just a matter of minutes.The truth was that I wanted to give my husband a reason for a divorce and I was going to use this as one of the many pieces of evidence that I needed to make sure I messed him up in the law court. He was a monster and I hated him with every fiber of my being.“Answer me and think this through. What about the other plans you hatched for him? How will they work without you in his life?” Sheba asked, trying to reason with me. She knew some of the things I had been doing behind his back to expose him and ruin his reputation. She was the only one who knew and supported me, even though she sometimes thought I was going too far.I ignored her and kept packing. I was angry because my h
“Have you ever seen this Elizabeth before?” She asked me with a thoughtful expression. “She seems to be the latest of your husband’s many affairs.” I racked my brain, trying to recall the faces of the women who had shared my husband’s bed over the years.“You know, I don’t think I have,” I said, shaking my head. “But she doesn’t strike me as the type of woman my husband would bring home.” I dismissed the idea with a wave of my hand.“Oh? How so?” She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.“Well, for starters, my husband rarely brought any women home. He preferred to keep his escapades outside, away from our family.”I paused, taking a deep breath. It was hard to talk about my husband’s infidelity, even with my sister. She reached out and squeezed my hand, giving me a sympathetic look.“Okay, I understand. And then?” She urged me gently.“Well, whenever he did bring women home, they were the ones he considered important to him. The ones he had some feelings for, or at least
“Look at that! It’s almost time for dinner!” I exclaimed, glancing at the time on my phone. My sister gave me a puzzled look.“Since when did you ever keep a time for dinner?” She asked, checking her own clock.“Holy shit! It’s already 7pm?!” She shouted.“Yeah, I think we did a little too much bonding, sis. We didn’t even keep track of time!” I said, and she laughed.“Yeah, at least I can stay for dinner instead of going home to meet a very busy boyfriend,” she said thoughtfully.“Oh no, sis, I’m not the one hosting dinner. It’s Bianca and her husband, Henry,” I said, and she rolled her eyes.“Oh my God, Jane. What have you gotten yourself into this time?” She asked, groaning as I looked down at the floor.“Well, she invited me and I thought it would be nice to say yes to the invitation, Sheba. That’s all. Nothing much,” I said, and she placed her hand on her head to rub her temples.“Are you going alone?” She asked, and I shook my head.“No, I’m going with my husband. Why?” I asked,