Margot hid a smile as she grabbed a towel to wrap around her. She looked at Harry and caressed his face. “Do you think I should get my breast done, too?”“That’s bullshit! Do you also want to attract other men when you’re already married?” Harry roared at my face. “No way I’ll let you do that, Margot.”“You don’t like huge breasts?” Margot asked. “Does it mean you’re not attracted to Nadine?” she continued, provoking Harry.Harry also grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He seemed no longer horny, and even if he was, it would be weird for him to continue what he intended to do after hearing what his mistress was up to behind his back.“I’m not. Nadine is my secretary, that’s all.” Harry stormed out of the bathroom, leaving his wife smiling at his frustration.Margot didn’t want to stop yet so she followed him to their room after grabbing her bag from the living room. “You look mad. Is it because I told you about my thoughts on getting a boob job?” She tilted her head to th
Leo stared blankly at nothing in particular, thinking about how stupid he was back then. He had been with patients with different mental conditions, yet he let himself act weird in front of Margot. He was lucky she didn’t mention it but anybody would freak out if their doctor just popped out of nowhere and said things he shouldn’t to his patient.Embarrassment was an understatement. Leo even almost told Margot about his sleepless nights since she walked into his office. He tried to forget everything and moved on, but after his assistant informed him that Margot was coming, he couldn’t be more nervous than ever. He just hoped she forgot how he acted overly concerned that night.After all, Leo knew it would be right to get involved in a married couple just because he felt something special toward somebody else’s wife.“Doc, Mrs. Walton has arrived,” Hannah informed, cutting off the doctor’s train of thought.Leo cleared his throat and replied, “Let her in.”“Hi. Good morning,” Margot gr
Margot couldn’t help but smile as she went home after her appointment with the psychiatrist. He felt refreshed and relieved despite the problems she had with her husband. Margot was quite confident she could face everything with a smile… Everything, not until she walked inside the house and found Harry and Nadine sitting on the sofa while watching a movie.Clapping her hands slowly, Margot grinned at the two. “Wow! When did we open our doors for strangers to watch movies on our TV, honey?”Harry threw her a quick look and just shrugged. “You’re here. Where have you gone again? I called my secretary so we could sort out the schedule I have for work.”Margot scoffed. “On the weekends? At your house? I wasn’t informed you’re the company chairman, hon. ‘Cause you know, even dad doesn’t have to do all this stuff in the name of ‘working’. And why is she wearing a mini-dress when her boss called over?”Nadine bowed her head and scooted closer to Harry, making Margot’s eyebrow raise even high
Margot was not surprised, not even disappointed when Harry didn’t come home at night. She made dinner for herself, enjoyed her meal silently, and went to bed. She didn’t bother calling or texting him, knowing he was with his mistress. Margot knew she had to get used to being alone, so Harry would have nothing to use against her when the right time came to completely rid of him in her life.On Sunday morning, Margot woke up and prepared for her appointment at noon. She was leaving the house when Harry’s car arrived.“Good morning, honey. Did you have breakfast?” Harry asked, smiling. He looked so fully energized, making Margot uncomfortable just by looking at him, knowing what made him like that.“The three-letter exercise, I see,” she whispered, ignoring her husband and walking out of the house.Harry didn’t like the way Margot treated him. So, he followed, grabbed her by the arm, and made her look at him. “I’m sorry,” he said with no trace of sincerity neither in his voice nor eyes.
“Oh, what a lovely morning!” Margot stretched her arms with a smile. She had a wonderful sleep at night after meeting with the lawyer.Humming, she stepped out of the shower and walked downstairs in a bathrobe to see her husband drinking a coffee. It was rare for Margot to see him prepare something for himself.“Good morning, honey.” Margot beamed. She took her mug and prepared a hot chocolate drink.While stirring her drink, Margot heated a pan. She put some butter and broke an egg, adding some bacon, too. In less than five minutes, she made herself a breakfast.“What about mine?” Harry asked, his brows furrowed.Margot tilted her head to the side. “You want breakfast?” she asked, nonchalantly. When Harry nodded, she smiled. “Then make it.”Harry hissed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”Shrugging, Margot sat in front of him and took a bite of her fried egg sandwich. “Or maybe you should try calling your sex—secretary,” she sneered.“You’re being too much!” Harry left his seat and was
“Everything will be okay,” Margot whispered to Harry in the ambulance. “I’ll be right by your side, hon.” She smiled, holding his hand tightly.Harry groaned, suppressing his screams as he endured the itch and burning sensation on his thing between his thighs. “Fuck! Why is this happening? I have to prepare for a business trip in two weeks,” he said, shutting his eyes in discomfort.Margot sighed. “Stop thinking about work. You have to get better first. I’m sure someone can do it on your behalf,” she commented, wiping Harry’s sweat. “Gosh, you look terrible.”“This is because of that fucking cream you gave me!” Harry retorted, glaring at his wife.Margot covered her mouth in shock, but in reality, she was hiding her grin. “I—It’s not my fault, honey! Besides, I didn’t give it to you. You took it,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.“It was a freaking anti-fungal cream, Margot! That shit burns on the skin,” Harry said in frustration. He was embarrassed enough to leave the office in an
A week passed after Harry was sent to the hospital. The doctors said he should be careful and avoid sexual intercourse until the rashes were completely healed. For Harry, who never missed a day sleeping with his young lover, his condition was hellish.On the other hand, Margot never felt relaxed despite knowing that Harry and Nadine were still seeing in secret. Although Harry stayed at home while working, his secretary was not leaving his side. Nadine would always come to their house just right after Margot left for work. If it was in the past, she’d feel bad whenever Harry brought another woman into their house.But Margot wanted to trust the process. She had nothing to worry about ‘cause even when she was away, she could see everything. It was all thanks to the new and hidden cameras she installed in their house while Harry was stuck in the hospital for days.“Here’s your coffee, Ma’am.” Tricia placed a cup of warm coffee on Margot’s table. “Do you need anything else?”Margot nodded
Margot didn’t get a break in the following days. She was busy convincing Vivian to let her go for a business trip, but as it wasn’t part of her job, she was refused. Ultimately, Margot insisted on getting a three-day leave while planning to visit their branches abroad.Meanwhile, Harry had to work from home for the entire week because of his condition. Although he was slowly recovering, he never missed a day calling his secretary to come and ‘serve’ him.“Wow. Just wow…” Margot clicked her tongue. After a rough day, she just came out of the shower and decided to check the footage from the security cameras installed in their house. She wasn’t expecting much, knowing that Harry couldn’t get his thing up after the incident.Surprisingly, Harry seemed to recover faster than she thought he would. He was so full of vigor that he even managed to copulate with his mistress.Nadine moaned breathlessly on top of the office table while occasionally screaming for Harry’s name. She rolled her eyes
“I… I need your help!”Margot flinched, her husband’s mistress asking for help was something she didn’t even want to hear. “You’ve got the wrong person. Though I'm quite surprised that you still manage to make a call. Did you finally decide to leave that man alone now that he’s going to prison?”She took a deep breath and went on before Nadine could say something. “Well, it’s not my concern anymore.”Margot hung up and blocked the number, making sure she wouldn’t get any unwanted calls again. She took a deep breath and sighed before going back to sleep.The next morning, Margot woke up and found Linda preparing lunch.“How are you feeling? Did you get a good sleep?” Linda asked, serving the food. “Your Dad took care of the door and had someone clean up the mess this morning. He said you can go back anytime, but you’re free to stay here with us as long as you want,” she informed her with the usual gentle smile she had.“Thanks, bu
Margot let out a sigh of relief when the cops arrested Harry. She felt she could finally relax, expecting things to get better.“Here’s a glass of water, sweetie.” Linda placed a glass of water on the table in front of Margot. She then sat next to Ryan who was leaning on his back on the sofa opposite his daughter.“Thanks,” Margot said, taking a few gulps of water. A weak yet satisfied smile curled up on her lips as she looked at her father. “I’ve already instructed Attorney Powell on what to do next. He’ll make sure Harry and Emma pay for the crime they’ve committed,” she said, clenching her fists under the table.“He’ll give you a call by tomorrow,” Margot added, rubbing her temple.Ryan nodded. “Thank you. I appreciate it, but you’ll have to rest first. We’ll handle the rest from here,” he said, assuring his daughter.“That’s right, sweetie. Your dad and I will take care of it. You’ve done the best you can. Just focus on yourself now a
“What’s with that woman? She acts highly of herself just because I left her alone for some time, huh? Does she think she can forever escape my grasp? I would never agree to divorce, never!” Harry hissed, taking off his coat and tossing it somewhere before throwing himself on the sofa.He had another bad day, dealing with lots of problems regarding his newest project. And all he could think of was it was Margot's fault. He couldn’t stop blaming his wife who added to his problem by suggesting a divorce.“What is she doing in that lousy place? Did she know the owner? She wouldn’t usually go out to other places other than her family’s,” he muttered, thinking back to his encounter with Margot.“You’re back. I cooked something earlier. I’ll prepare it,” Nadine said, sneaking from behind him. Her thin arms snaked around his neck, only to annoy him even more.“Get away from me,” Harry snarled, his expression dark. “What are you now? A cook? Stop playing a
After spending the whole afternoon with her family, Margot went home to rest. The house was empty as Rosaline had somewhere to go. Margot decided to take a nap, indulging herself in peace. She felt a lot better after getting the support she needed from her loved ones.Although her father was quite unhappy that she had to bear Harry’s child, Ryan ended up looking at the brighter side. After all, they all wanted Margot to have what she wanted, and she had been praying for a child for years.“It’s almost over,” Margot whispered as she closed her eyes.As she lay down, the weight of the past few months slowly began to lift, replaced by a sense of calm and relief. She knew that the coming days would still hold challenges, but with her family by her side, she felt stronger and even more prepared to face whatever came next.In the quiet room, Margot’s breathing slowed as she slipped into a deep sleep.A few hours later, Margot woke up to a loud
Margot shrugged as she watched Harry walk away. She didn’t expect to see him, especially when she was having lunch with her parents and friends. After a couple of months, Margot’s baby bump became slightly noticeable, although it might still take some time for people to tell her she was pregnant.In two months, Margot was glad when Harry stopped pestering and sending her gifts. She was grateful she didn’t have to waste her time on him and focused on her newly opened business instead. The company she started was meant to rival Harry’s project, and as she expected, Margot managed to blow a good hit on her husband’s pride when her restaurant became more famous than his.“Did he come to complain?” she muttered, shaking her head.“Miss Vanders!”Margot turned around and saw the person behind her successful business. A smile curled on her lips as she walked toward him. “Chef Gardner,” she greeted, smiling from ear to ear.“You’re late,” Bruce j
“What do you mean the sales dropped?!” Harry slammed his hands on the table, glaring at everyone inside the meeting room. “This can’t be happening. Do whatever it is that needs to be done. I can’t fail on this one,” he grumbled, leaning his back on his seat.Everything has been going smoothly since the new branch opened. Harry was expecting it would continue until he received the latest report of the sales. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the decrease in profit.“Hah! If you’ve tried harder to get Bruce Gardner, this wouldn’t even happen. How come you can’t even take care of such an easy task?” Harry lashed out at his secretary.John, his new secretary after Nadine was fired, handed a report. “About that… It seems to me that Bruce Gardner accepted another offer,” he said.Harry snatched the folder and read the contents of the report. “WHAT?! He’s the chef of the rival business in front of us? Who would even dare to cha
“You will regret this, Margot. You’ll be crawling back to me, and guess what? No matter how much you beg, I won’t give a shit,” Harry said before leaving.Margot let out a sigh when Harry left. She couldn’t be more relieved seeing his back.“Are you alright?” Rosaline asked, sitting down on the empty seat.“Hmm. I guess,” Margot responded, rubbing her chest. “It doesn’t hurt that much. Maybe because I’m moving on… Though I won’t deny that I sometimes wish all of this didn’t happen. If only he didn’t cheat, maybe we’ll be happy now,” she continued, her voice fading.“But everything happens for a reason,” Margot added and smiled. “Let’s just say that even if he didn’t cheat on me in the past, he might still do it in the future. So, I’m also grateful that I found out in just three years. Some wives out there had to endure decades of deception, blinded by love and responsibility. I’m just glad I managed to make up my mind and letting go was the best c
“Flowers?”Margot peeked through the window and frowned when she saw a truck delivering flowers. “I didn’t order any,” she said, her expression turning sour when a certain someone came to mind.“Rosaline, can you tell them to return everything before they can unload those?” Margot said, sighing.Rosaline nodded and turned around to leave, but halted when she remembered something. “You don’t like flowers?” she asked.Shaking her head, Margot replied. “Not recently. You know, the person who always shoved flowers on my face is your brother,” she quietly laughed. “I used to find it romantic, but now that I know why he kept sending me flowers, it made me dislike the idea of getting them, especially from him,” Margot mumbled. “He used to give me a bunch of them when he’s trying to apologize for something,” she continued.Rosaline covered her mouth. “Oh! He sent quite a lot this time,” she muttered.“Yeah. But it won’t change my mind,”
“Damn it, Margot. Why aren’t you picking up?” Harry grumbled, throwing his phone on the bed. He was trying to call his wife and have a chat with her like how he did in the past. As much as he didn’t want to do it, Harry had to take his chances to get Margot's trust back.“Hah! Fine. Once the new project is a success, I’ll give you the divorce you want so much. Let’s see if you can do anything if I have the board on my side,” he sneered, pulling out his hair in frustration.He glared at his surroundings, hating the fact that he had to live in the small condo he bought with his money. He thought that if Margot wasn’t being stubborn, she might have bought him the unit when he asked, and he wouldn’t have to spend a dime.“I know she still loves me. She even defied her father for me. I just need to be nice to her again and promise I won’t do it again, then she’ll forgive me.” Harry laughed, imagining Margot’s expression when she was done playing