Power and Greed

Megan Owen

"Miss, do you want to have your morning coffee?"

"Yes Rouse, please," I replied to my employee, the only person who cared about me lately. After four years of marriage and a seemingly solemn life, I embrace myself and regret not having reciprocated love.

"Here is my girl! Are you sure you shouldn't go to the doctor?" Rouse stared at me like a weirdo, my face marked by my husband's fury, it was a sign of imminent suffering. Maybe that's why Rouse was asking. I swallowed the hard lump that went through my throat and just shook my head.

"No Rouse, it's okay! "I hoarded the cup of coffee, as if the warmth of the porcelain gave comfort to my bitter existence and took a sip. The night before Mason had not come to sleep, one more night added to the oblivion of his absence.

I stared out the window of the big mansion, a few years ago this was what I longed for most in my life, I got married in love and full of illusion. A complete fantasy. My parents inherited a small empire from me when they died, but my husband took my money, made me believe that he did it for me.

I took the last sip of the hot cup of coffee, when suddenly my husband's car entered the great path of the house; the beautiful Ferrari with which he took me to the beach... It's been weeks since the last time.

I fixed my silk robe, and made sure my hair was in place, I just wanted Mason to love me and make me his wife, I just wished with my soul that I would go back to being the woman he swore to love at the altar.

The door suddenly opened and there he was. My husband was a man a couple of years older than me, an engineer for a large telecommunications company, he had a good position, with which he earned an amount of more than 6 figures a month. He was a genius! On top of that, he was too handsome, elegant and superior. Everything a woman would want for herself.

"What do you do without showering at this hour?" He looked me up and down with disdain. His brown eyes swept over my body with contempt.

"I woke up a short time ago, I couldn't sleep all night. Where were you?"

Mason raised an eyebrow and looked at me mockingly in his smile.

"What do you care about where I was, woman, take a bath, you smell terrible," he said that only with the intention of making me feel terrible, because he didn't even approach me to give me a kiss.

"Mason, we can't continue in this situation, rumors say that you are being unfaithful to me, I feel terrible, my love please, let's seek couples therapy, please," I begged him with anguish.

"Couples therapy? I have not divorced you because of the clauses of our assets, you do not understand that I no longer love you Megan, you must accept it."

I felt how his words stuck straight into my heart and completely shattered my interior.

"But... I have something to tell you, you can't do this to me right now, right now when I need you the most..." Tears began to roll down my cheeks without any control. Mason acted as my executioner, and a very cruel and merciless one.

"What are you talking about, woman?" Don't take up any more of my time because I have to go to work.

"Mason, please," I wanted to faint. "My love, the news I have to give you can improve our marriage."

Mason tightened his brow and growled like a wounded wolf.

"Damn Megan! I hope what you have to tell me is important or I promise... "