Margot took a deep breath after waking up the next morning. She finished a bottle of wine and managed to sleep in bed after getting drunk. She couldn’t help celebrating the small win she had.Dragging her body out of the bed, Margot took a shower. She spent a good ten minutes washing off the stench of alcohol from her body. She blew her hair dry, dressed up, and went to check on her husband. She wondered if he was able to manage his work and his secret affair.“Margot? What are you doing here?” Harry yawned after opening the door when Margot didn’t stop knocking. “I told you, don’t disturb me. I came here to work, not to go sightseeing with you,” he added.“Coming from you? Look at yourself. It’s already past 9 in the morning and you just woke up,” Margot sneered, shaking her head in disappointment.Harry’s eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when he checked the time. “Damn it! Why didn’t that woman wake me?” He rushed inside and desperately put on his clothes.Margot followed ins
Harry was pacing back and forth, holding his phone while calling Margot. It had been two days since he came back from a business trip and Margot still hadn’t returned. He never felt so uneasy before without seeing his wife.“I can’t believe she’s not picking up,” he groaned, tossing his phone on the coach. “How dare she maxed my card. I was saving it for the future! She shouldn’t be using my money,” Harry said, grabbing his hair in frustration.He was wondering why there was a problem with his card so he called the bank as soon as he returned. To Harry’s surprise, he was told that he had zero balance in his account. He didn’t know how it happened but aside from him, only Margot had access to his account.Harry didn’t expect Margot to go against him or do something without telling him first. He was confident she wouldn’t do anything that he wouldn’t like. Little did he know, she already spent all the money he painstakingly saved for years.“Is this some kind of revenge? Did she find ou
Margot was taken aback at her husband’s nonsense. She knew something was going on the moment she saw his mistress on her doorstep.“I know someone from my team whose house was on fire just yesterday. She also has nowhere to go. Should I call her to come over and stay with us as well?” Margot said in a deep and low voice, staring at her husband, coldly.“What? Why won’t you let someone else live with us? I don’t even know that colleague of yours,” Harry retorted, almost immediately.“Exactly.” Margot raised her left eyebrow. “I don’t even know your secretary. She’s not even a relative of yours. So, why should I let her stay with us?” Margot walked past him and headed to her car.Harry followed behind while trying to convince her. “This is only temporary. She’ll be gone by next week,” he said, blocking Margot’s way. “Please. Just let her stay for a few days. She’ll leave before you know it.”Margot shook her head. “No,” she replied. “First of all, we’re married, Harry. How can you bring
Everyone gasped and turned their heads to Nadine who couldn’t bring herself to step forward. None of the people at the table were pleased by what they heard. To think they were gathered to continue the celebration for Harry and Margot’s third wedding anniversary that ended in disaster last time, seeing an outsider join them was distasteful.“What are you saying, Margot? Did you just allow your husband to bring another woman into your house?” Ryan asked his daughter, eyeing his son-in-law who flinched to his every word.“What can I do? Harry insisted,” Margot shrugged. “He said it will only be temporary,” she added, putting Harry in the hot seat.Emma put down her glass and snickered. “Harry, what do you think you’re doing? You can’t bring another woman into your house!” she exclaimed, smacking her hands on the table.Margot rubbed her mother-in-law’s back. “It’s okay, Emma. You don’t have to worry about it. Miss Smith is also working with Harry so I think it’s fine,” she said, smiling
Harry narrowed his eyes. “You’re doing this because I helped Nadine, are you?”Margot placed her hands on her husband’s face. “Unfortunately, no. I know you just want to help your secretary so I can’t stop you from doing something good for the needy,” she replied. “But this matter about money, you started it.”“We’re married,” Harry said, slowly getting back to his senses. “Does it matter if I use your money when it’s for us?”“Exactly,” Margot agreed, pulling her hands away. “Does it really matter if I emptied your account to pay for this dinner you wanted our family to have?”Harry couldn’t say anything against Margot. He knew it shouldn’t matter but he never expected her to use his money to pay. “What happened? You used to pay for it yourself. Why did you suddenly use mine?”Margot let out a sarcastic laugh. “Why, you ask? Three years, honey. I paid for everything for three years. Isn’t it time for you to do it?”“You have more money, Margot. I mean, you always say you’ll take care
Margot couldn’t help smiling as she got out of the car. Harry said nothing on their way home while Nadine didn’t dare to open her mouth.“The dinner was fantastic. We should do this often,” Margot suggested, beaming at her husband.“Yeah. Only if you’re the one who’s paying it,” Harry grumbled, his expression turning dark by the second whenever he thought of what his wife did with his money.Margot laughed. “Don’t be stingy, hon. I know you love expensive food and parties. I was the one who always paid for all of it before. Maybe you should start doing it this time,” suggested, provoking Harry.The latter groaned before grabbing his wife’s hand. He dragged her inside the house. “What are you trying to do? You keep giving me headaches. You won’t listen to what I have to say. And you do things you've never done before just to go against me!”His hand moved to her chin, holding it and lifting her face. “If you’re challenging my patience, stop it. You better stop it, Margot.”Margot grinn
Margot expected Harry to be greedy but she didn’t know he’d never choose but have both at the same time. She locked herself in the guest room, leaving her husband and his mistress in the living room.“This is it,” Margot mumbled to herself, clutching her chest. She savored the pain she felt the moment Harry gave her the answer. “Keep it up, Harry. The moment I get used to this pain will be the end of you,” she said, holding back her tears.Margot had already given up on her marriage but it was undeniable that she was still in pain. She knew it takes time to heal but she had no time to spare. She only wished to get it over with and strike Harry back with her revenge.“Margot, open the door. Let’s talk,” Harry said, knocking. “As much as I wanted to do what you wanted, it’s already late at night. You don’t think Nadine would find a place to stay at this hour, do you?”“I don’t care,” Margot replied. “She can sleep in the streets or wherever but my house,” she grumbled, leaning her back
Margot tried but couldn’t stop thinking about what the doctor told her. She was supposed to be happy knowing there was a huge chance that the doctor misdiagnosed her, but instead, everything felt surreal.She was ready to drag Harry to hell no matter what, assuming she’d be dead in a few months. She was fearless while awaiting her end. However, Margot didn’t know what to do next if her cancer wasn't real. If she wasn’t going to die after setting up her revenge, she wondered if she’d be happy then.‘Should I continue making his life hell until we’re old?’ Margot thought to herself. Although she would love to make Harry suffer, she began to question if it would be wise to spend her life hating on her cheating soon-to-be ex-husband.“Ma’am, here are the documents you asked for,” Tricia said, placing a pile of documents on Margot’s table. “Is everything okay?” she couldn’t stop asking after seeing her boss’s pale complexion.Margot nodded and forced a smile. “Yeah. Can you get me a cup of
“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