Divorced my husband, married my billionaire boss
be here to make my dinner before I leave for wo
a familiar knot of anxiet
st track of time. I'm on my way hom
ings and left the office, h
front door, apologizing as
completely forgot I had to make you launch before you left for
on the TV. Ryan was on the couch, staring at the TV screen as he gulped
et a promotion right? What did I tell you before you left this house
weakness sizzling down her body. She kne
ed. Moving towards the kitchen she continued, "Let me
continued, her voice lighter and more
is house?!" Ryan shouted as he slammed his beer on the
wrath. Not now, not today, she muttered to herself. She
. Melinda threw open a kitchen drawer, her hands trembling as she desp
ped, her eyes wild wit
s laughter fille
doing? You honestly think
ife easier for him. Over the past six years of their marriage, he counted on her
ent by, he began t
ck, the promotion, the intelligence, and this triggered his i
this! Why can't you always adhere to s
arned, her voice trembling. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she steppe
special. You're nothing! Absolutely nothing withou
's not even 4pm yet! Why are you doing this?
're terrible in bed! A terrible cook! I could go on and on Melinda, the
six months! I burst my ass making sure everything in this ho
e sex with you?! You disgust me,
and grabbed the knife forcefully
bitch!" he mocked, fling
dragging her through the kitchen to the parlor. Wi
y me! If this repeats, you'll neve
..." Melinda's voice trailed off as a l
n. The sounds of his slaps echoed in the parlor, making Melin
u have any idea how embarrassing it is for me when we go out together?! I'm doing you a h
h the little strength left in her, she struggled to get down from the cushion. Suddenly she fel
lessly from her eyes. Her small figure fidgeted
hen. "Now, I don't care how you do it but make sure you finish
e kitchen sink for support. With tears streaming down her eyes, she asked R
o it for you! I think this promo
snapped. "I can't do this