CHAPTER 44: THE OTHER HALF

"Sir, coffee with cream." I placed the cup down on his desk while he was on the phone.

Holding his index finger up, he walked to the glass window with his broad back facing me.

Standing by his table, I managed to eavesdrop. He wanted me to wait, so I might as well listen to what stress he's got in his head.

"That is why I am making up with you tonight," he said, begging in tone. "Why can't you understand me? I'm doing this for us."

A selfish and irrational wife, good luck to him.

"When did I ever do that? I have proven my loyalty to you. I never cheated. All the women you never liked are out of the way. What else do you want me to do?"

I'm perfectly amused. How can Eric be so calm like this when the Eric I knew, one wrong word, he'll explode like a super active volcano?

"I'm working, Marie. Why can't you trust me? Did I ever look at any women? Did I bring a woman to our house? No, Marie -"

For some reason, I felt bad for him.

"Marie? Marie!" He checked his phone just to find out that