Reincarnated Trillionaire Tycoon

Betrayal

Zen walked aimlessly for a long time. He had no idea where he was going or where he would end up. All he knew was that he needed to escape the terrible situation he was in, yet he wasn’t seeing any way out.

Even his own wife Stella had turned against him, asking for a divorce.

He laughed sarcastically, rubbing his hand to his face and wondering what to do next. He wished he had an option, he wished she would have trusted him more.

He wished for a lot of things that he knew he wouldn't get.

His phone suddenly rang, jarring him out of his thoughts. As he brought it out from his pocket, he grimaced at the look of his phone.

He had been planning to change it for a while now, but since he couldn’t even afford to feed himself, how would he get a new phone?

“Zen!” A man’s voice filled his ears as soon as he picked the call, “Where the hell have you been? Don’t you know you’re supposed to work today?!”

He looked around in panic, seeing that he was a long way from home. He remembered returning home with his wife late at night and leaving very early before she even woke up.

The insults that Stella had showered on him the night before was enough to make him restless the very next day.

“Zen, you fool!” the man screamed, forcing him to move the phone from his ear. “Are you stupid? Don’t you have something to say?”

“I’m sorry sir,” he muttered.

“Sorry my ass! Come in right now and take these deliveries! Stupid fool. I wonder what you do with your life anyways.”

The man hung up and Zen remained motionless, discouraged to even move a bit. It was his manager; a big pompous man who liked to shout at everybody but especially screams at Zen.

There was just something about him that made everyone hate him. At first he thought it’d end there, that his wife would see the flickering light he had left and would protect it.

“You have to stop thinking about her this way,” he said to himself.

“Let’s go to work, hmm? We’ll do the deliveries and we’ll get a little cash today.”

Sighing, he decided to go straight to work and start on the deliveries before heading home to freshen up.

Besides, he looked presentable as he had always been. Zen went there as fast as he could, but as always his efforts were not appreciated.

“You are late!” The manager screamed.

“Seriously, sometimes I wonder why I pay you if you come late every freaking time!”

He resisted the urge to defend that he hadn’t been coming late every time, but Zen knew it would create more chaos and more hatred so he just let it slide and quickly rounded up the deliveries.

Before he left for home, he met the manager for his money.

“Sir, can I have today’s earnings?”

The fat man stared him down, seeking to invalidate him from his own insecurities. “Zen, you are so lazy and late as always, and you know what happens when you are…”

“But…”

“But what?” the man sneered. “But what, Zen?”

He said nothing. The man smirked, having won this round.

“I thought so. Now run along. I will pay you tomorrow, if you make it on time. Be sure to make it on time, Zen!”

Dejected, he turned around and headed home. His manager hadn’t always been like this, but after one time when Stella embarrassed him at work and he was helpless to the situation, his crises at work seemed to increase day by day.

His colleagues were not particularly vocal with their dislike of him, but the manager has no qualms in showcasing his hate to the very world.

It was so depressing that he thought of quitting a thousand times, but there was no other job that would give him daily pay. Besides, he was just enduring it until he would find a better job that would be best suited for him.

When he got to his door, he found that it was locked from inside. He knocked on it several times.

The sun was hot and he wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and bask in the feeling of hopelessness even if it were for a minute.

“Why is Stella always locking the door nowadays?” he asked as he rapped on the door once more.

He heard footsteps approach the door and he breathed a sigh of relief. He would have to tell her to just lock it with the house key that they both share instead of keeping him waiting all the time.

There were times when he waited for close to forty five minutes before she opened the door for him.

The door turned and opened. It was not Stella.

Zen jerked back in surprise, staring at the perfectly formed muscular man that stood at his door.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt and he was sweaty. Tiny bead of perspiration trailed from his bare broad chest to his hard toned stomach and down to the tiny band underwear that he wore.

Zen could see the outline of his member, strong, thick and straining against his underwear.

Face flushing, he raised his head to look up at the man. With the way he breathed harshly, it was obvious that Zen had interrupted him from

“Who are you?” The man asked, his brows arched.

“I’ve got the wrong house,” Zen said.

It had to be. It had to be the wrong house. His mind closed off the fact that the house could be his; besides, there were other houses similar to theirs.

Before he could start checking the other houses on the streets, he heard his wife’s voice from within.

“Babe, who’s at the door?”

Zen automatically froze in his spot and watched her walk to him. It was his wife, it was Stella, and she was naked. It was his house…