"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" I got up from my desk and walked over. Just as I placed my hand on the washing machine, a wave of numbness surged through my body. My heart pounded wildly before I convulsed and collapsed on the floor. Just before everything went dark, I heard my wife on the phone. "He has collapsed. He should be dead by now." The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my wife asked me to fix the washing machine. I then decided to secretly follow her, only to discover she was posing as a topless model for her art teacher.
View MoreI held my phone up to Felicia. "See for yourself."She reached to grab it, but I smirked. "Even if you take my phone, I have backups. If I report this, Derek will go to prison. If you don't want that, sign the papers."Let's see how deep their love really was. What was more important, money or true love?Derek clung to Felicia, pleading, "Felicia, please sign it. I can't go to jail!"Felicia hesitated. "But if we do this, we won't get any money.""It's fine if we don't get the money. But if I go to jail, my whole life is over! Can you really stand to see me behind bars for two years?" Derek asked.Felicia looked into Derek's teary eyes, hesitated for a moment, then took the document from my hand and signed her name.I grinned when I saw her signature. If she thought she was getting her hands on the money I worked hard for, she could think again.Felicia glared at me. "Marcus, you really went through all this trouble just to keep me from spending your money. You're so petty for
Felicia was so shocked that she dropped her phone. "Mr. Hoole?" She hurriedly ushered the women out the door. "I must've made a mistake. This is my cousin who's staying over for a bit. We were drinking and playing truth or dare." She offered them some cheese and fruit. "Please don't mention this to anyone, okay?"The women took the offerings and walked away, saying, "Sure, we won't say a word." Before they even rounded the corner, they huddled together. "Wasn't that the art teacher who lives nearby?""I think it was! She said his name too.""That art teacher's last name is definitely Hoole."I leaned against the wall, smirking at Felicia. "See? You only made things worse for yourself," I taunted.Felicia glared at me resentfully. "Why is it Mr. Hoole in bed? I saw you drink the milk with my own eyes." Her voice grew shrill. "Why weren't you the one in the bed?!"I sneered back. "What would you have done if I had been in bed? Were you planning on 'catching me in the act?' Felicia,
There was only one couch outside, and Felicia had Derek sleep on it. She spent the night in my office chair. When she got up the next morning, she looked tired. Surprisingly though, she wasn't giving me the cold shoulder.Felicia poured a glass of milk and peeled a hard-boiled egg, handing them to me. As she did so, she asked, "Honey, the fees for the classes I've been taking with Mr. Hoole are about due. Can you pay for another year?"The fee was close to 7 grand every three months. That would be nearly 21 grand a year. A normal person wouldn't even make so much in a year even if they didn't spend a dime, and Felicia wanted me to hand over that much money so she and Derek could have fun? No way in hell.Without even looking at her, I said, "I don't have the money."Felicia immediately straightened up, glaring at me. "Yes, you do have the money. Gavin texted you saying that you'd get over 10 grand from this recent contract. And don't think I don't know that there's still money in y
Felicia's voice came through my earpiece. "It's all Marcus' fault. If he hadn't asked to see the painting, you wouldn't have tripped and hurt your arm. You rely on your hands to make a living. If you can't paint anymore because of this, I'd feel so guilty."Derek replied, "It's fine. It's just a minor injury. Don't worry about it."As I walked farther away, my stomach churned like I had swallowed a fly.Felicia continued, "Derek, you got hurt because of him. It makes me so sad.""Felicia, it's really okay. I was the one who wanted to show your best work to Marcus. It was just an accident. Don't blame him..." Derek assured."You're so understanding, Derek. Marcus doesn't get me at all. Only you really care about me," Felicia continued to whine.I let out a bitter laugh. I'd never let Felicia lift a finger at home. I worked hard to provide for her, and she was saying I didn't understand her? What would understanding her look like? Painting her in that way?I wondered how she'd fee
Felicia and I had met through a blind date my aunt set up for us. We had both just graduated from university at the time. Felicia seemed so delicate, sweet, and innocent. We dated for three to four months and felt we were a good match, so we got married.When it came to married life, as long as two people could compromise and live peacefully together, that was enough.When we first graduated, we didn't have much money. I always felt guilty that Felicia had to live in a rented apartment with me. That was why I told her she could stay home when she didn't want to work after we got married. I thought a man should work hard to earn money and provide for his wife. Taking care of her was his responsibility.I majored in game design because I loved video games and was passionate about creating them. After learning the ropes, I realized it could be quite profitable, so I teamed up with a few friends to open a studio. Some handled client acquisition, others managed client relations, and two
Derek welcomed me in without missing a beat, joking, "Felicia, your husband really cares about you. He showed up personally to pick you up. He must really worry about you."Felicia subtly frowned when she saw me. "What are you doing here?""I came to check on how your lessons have been going these past two months. I've been too busy lately to spend time with you," I answered.Derek chimed in, "Felicia has made a lot of progress. She's the most talented student I've ever had."Felicia blushed and said playfully, "Oh, come on, Mr. Hoole. You're exaggerating."Derek turned to me. "It's true. Would you like to see some of Felicia's work?"I agreed immediately. I had spent over 1.5 grand on these lessons, and I wanted to see what Felicia had managed to accomplish.Derek's smile faltered for a split second, clearly not expecting me to actually agree. He turned and headed into his studio, saying, "Give me a moment. There's a lot of stuff in there, and I need to find the right piece."
At dinner, Felicia complimented me, saying my cooking was as delicious as ever. She ate with apparent enjoyment.I watched her as she replied to messages on her phone, the smile on my face not reaching my eyes. No matter how good I was to her, it didn't stop her from seeking out another man.Not long after finishing her meal, Felicia went to bed. I picked up her phone and keyed in the password—her birthday. Pinned to the top of her chat list was one Derek Hoole. Her chat with me had long been buried so deep that I couldn't even find it on the homepage.I opened her conversation with Derek and saw her calling him "honey," a title that should've belonged to me but was now being used on someone else. Her messages were like a knife to my eyes.Felicia: [Ugh, Marcus actually thought to turn off the circuit. Our honeymoon plans are delayed again.]Felicia: [He's so annoying! Why won't he just die already? Derek, I just want to be with you right now.]Derek: [It's okay, Felicia. As long
"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" my wife, Felicia Odell, asked.I stretched my stiff limbs from sitting too long and saved the design I'd just finished. The client had paid a good amount for these designs. Once I received the final payment, combined with my savings, we'd be able to buy a house of our own. A place just for the two of us, not some rental apartment.Felicia's gentle voice called out again, and I got up from my desk with a smile. When I reached the bathroom, I found the old washing machine shaking and making a noise. It was an older twin-tub manual model, yellowed from years of use. It was clearly time to replace it. We'd get a brand-new automatic one when we moved into our new home.Felicia stood behind me, wearing rubber gloves and boots, considerately handing me a screwdriver. But as soon as I put my hand on the machine, a jolt of electricity surged through me. My whole body tensed up, my heart pounded, and I conv
"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" my wife, Felicia Odell, asked.I stretched my stiff limbs from sitting too long and saved the design I'd just finished. The client had paid a good amount for these designs. Once I received the final payment, combined with my savings, we'd be able to buy a house of our own. A place just for the two of us, not some rental apartment.Felicia's gentle voice called out again, and I got up from my desk with a smile. When I reached the bathroom, I found the old washing machine shaking and making a noise. It was an older twin-tub manual model, yellowed from years of use. It was clearly time to replace it. We'd get a brand-new automatic one when we moved into our new home.Felicia stood behind me, wearing rubber gloves and boots, considerately handing me a screwdriver. But as soon as I put my hand on the machine, a jolt of electricity surged through me. My whole body tensed up, my heart pounded, and I conv...
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