Living My Life

It was 6 p.m. when Hazel returned home with Josh after she went grocery shopping after work; she was still at the entrance when the maid hurried to her.

"Mrs. Anderson" Sharon stopped her from going in while Josh walked in with the bag of groceries.

"What happened?" Hazel could sense something was wrong.

"I am sorry, but I let a lady in; she claimed to be your sister." Sharon apologized, and Hazel's face darkened. Why did Nady have to show up here?

Hazel was so angry right now and was boiling with rage, but she knew she couldn't let it out on the poor maid. "It's okay, thanks," she smiled at Sharon and went to the sitting room, where she found Nady on the couch, her right leg crossed on the left as she gently swirled her coffee.

"Hazel," Nady called out happily. She knew Hazel ended work at 5 p.m., so she showed up at 5:30 p.m.

Hazel clenched her fist tightly and glared at Nady. "What are you doing here?" she asked, and Nady rolled her eyes.

"Chill, okay, look at how big this house is, and you even have a maid; don't you ever forget that you are living my life," Nady snorted before she pointed at the couch.

"Let's have coffee and talk."

Nady walked back to the couch and stared at Hazel, who sighed heavily and sat opposite her. "I will get you coffee," Sharon said, about to leave, when Hazel stopped her.

"It's fine; I only have coffee with invited guests."

Nady chuckled before she sipped her almost cold coffee. "Max got chased out of Wilson Group," Nady said, and Hazel had a blank look. Was this supposed to be any of her business?

"Apparently he disobeyed his dad by marrying me instead of you, so who is to blame?" Nady stared at Hazel for a while and tried to find any emotion of guilt, but there was nothing.

"We are living on Max's savings, so he needs a job."

Hazel felt Nady's tone was familiar with that of her mother when she called yesterday to ask for a favor; a chuckle escaped her lips as she waited for Nady to conclude.

"Anderson's group is too big; maybe he could get a job there as the CFO." 

Hazel raised a brow before she asked, "When you say CFO, do you mean Customer Finance Operator?"

Nady got angry and glared at Hazel, who was obviously making a mockery out of her. "Chief Financial Officer; I am sure Coyle won't mind helping the family."

Hazel stood up angrily. It was not even yet up to a week since she got married to Coyle Anderson, and her family was trying to take advantage of it.

"Get out," she scolded, and Nady snorted mockingly.

"Don't forget Coyle chose me; I could ask him personally if I want. After all, he has a soft spot for me."

This angered Hazel more. It's true he had chosen Nady, but Nady wasn't his wife; she was his wife, and that was on papers.

"Well, guess who is being called Mrs. Anderson?" Hazel asked, and Nady stood up, folded her arms, and stood close to Hazel.

"Since when did you become this sharp tongue? You got Coyle Anderson, and you want to be greedy to your family?"

"Oh, please, are you trying to make me feel guilty about your actions?" Hazel questioned in disbelief.

Then she pointed at the cup of coffee. "Take your time and finish your coffee, then you get out of here; you are not welcome here. And for Max, if he is so capable, then he should go look for jobs like every normal man."

She walked up the stairs when Nady went after her "Hazel!!!" Nady called, and Hazel stopped in her tracks and stared at Nady, who stood on the last stairs.

"You don't want to do this with me." Nady had a threatening look, and this caused Hazel to roll her eyes for the eleventh time.

"Go fuck yourself." 

**

Hazel freshened up and felt all tired; she sat on the bed and thought of everything going on. Did her family really want to use her to reap Coyle off?

"I can't believe them," she chuckled lightly. Unknown to her, Coyle has been on the door for more than a minute.

His maid informed him that Hazel's sister had shown up today and they had an argument; since then she has been in her bedroom.

Coyle walked over and sat next to Hazel; it was then she realized he was back. "Mr. Anderson." She jolted up when he held her hand and pulled her to sit back.

"Call me Mr. Anderson one more time, and I swear I will teach you a lesson," he warned, and she swallowed the hard lump that had formed in her throat.

"I...I am sorry," she apologized as her eyes became sore and she burst out in tears. She has wanted to cry ever since she dropped the call with her mom, but kept stopping herself; now she just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I am sorry." Hazel apologized and kept crying; her face was wet from tears.

Coyle watched her cry and gritted his teeth tightly; she needed to be distracted or else she would cry the whole night. He wasn't an expert in getting a lady to stop crying.

"Dress up, we are going for the 'family' dinner," he said, and she stared at him in disbelief. Yesterday he didn't want to go there, so what changed his mind?

"And I dare you to cry in front of those people; I will make you cry in pleasure," he warned and walked out of the bedroom.

Hazel had stopped crying, and her brain was busy trying to analyze the meaning of his words. She finally got it, and her eyes widened in shock.

"What?"