My sweet poor wife

Joel walked out of his office with his heart in his patch. The last person he wants to see is the one he has been informed wants to meet with him and he won't dare refuse to see him. It's been about a month since that incident and he was promoted because of what his boss did with his wife.

A promotion he should have out rightly rejected but instead, decides to accept, to help him cascade with his plans. He needs a few more days to execute this plan and the last thing he wants is any complication.

He pushes the door open without knocking and sitting on the dark brown leather swivel chair with a disgusting smile is Anthony. Joel doesn't understand why he didn't kill him the moment he found out. Perhaps a quick death is too good for someone like him. People like this do not deserve death. They deserve to suffer and die slowly.

Anthony's mouth curved into an evil smile when Joel walks in but his attention was on his wife, Estelle. She was engrossed in whatever she was doing and gave a quick sheepish smile when she saw her husband walk in. Things have never been the same since that day and when she wanted to quit the job, Joel told her to continue working in the same office where she committed her evil crime. She sees it as torture to her soul.

She doesn't remember much of it but she takes full responsibility for her actions. She pretends not to listen to whatever conversation they have but she knew it wasn't something that will go so well. She swallowed bitter pills by revealing a truth that should have been kept hidden. For the second time, she has disappointed the man who adored and worshipped her like a goddess.