Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

The Janitor

Jamole stood to his feet, advanced to the mirror opposite and took a glance at himself. His face lacked emotion and there was nothing on his mind other than vengeance.

Susan was still mad at him. She steered her wheel chair toward Jamole as she couldn’t stop questioning him. “It is absolutely demeaning and embarrassing that my husband who is supposed to be the heir to the prestigious Swan Real Estate is opting for the position of a janitor.”

Jamole gazed upon Susan and saw her face go crimson. He owed her a lot of explanation and he was going to let her into his pain in a short while. But for now he would have to disguise as a janitor. His vengeance was going to be slow and steady. None of his enemies will escape his stroke.

“I know my dear. I appreciate this opportunity your family has offered me and I promise to be loyal till the end of time. But you see I am just a simple, humble man,” he lied and wouldn’t want Susan to know that Stella was his ex wife and she cheated on him with her boss.

Susan was bull-furious; it was evident in her eyes. She wondered what Jamole was up to that would make him opt for the position of a janitor while there were other key positions he could opt for.

“I don’t think you appreciate the power bestowed upon you, because if you do you wouldn’t be sounding the way you do. That you are a janitor doesn’t make you humble but poor.”

Jamole raised a knitted brow; he perceived the mountain of anger in her voice and he knew she had lost it. “Apologies, my beloved, but you see, the fact that I am a janitor is not going to affect my impact. I only want to disguise and get to investigate and supervise the operations of every staff.”

Susan averted her gaze when Jamole locked his gaze with hers. “There is nothing to investigate about our staff. They are clean to the socks and very much reliable.”

A contrary thought just overshadowed her and she asked, “And come to think of it what is the reason behind your intention? Why would any sensible fellow opt for the lowest position in organization whereas there are higher ones?

Jamole settled his gaze on the list once more and the moment Roger and Stella came in sight, he dimmed his gaze and the thought of the heartbreak hit him in the head.

Ordinarily he was supposed to cry now but he cautioned himself to be in his best mood and not to bother Susan with his troubles. Roger and Stella were his troubles; they were his battle and he was going to fight alone.

Dragging a pitiable look across his face, Jamole replied her. “Please Susan be of good cheer and watch me take Swan Real Estate to the future. Not only will I make you and your father richer, but I will establish Swan Group in the sand of time.

Bur there was no stopping her. Susan had never given up on issues so demeaning let alone one less demeaning as this, “Jamole , do you realize I am Susan Pablo, daughter to Swan Pablo, the richest tycoon in Antipolo? What would the staffers say if they find out my husband is the company’s janitor? Are you naught or something?”

Jamole squatted to her. “I am fine. I know what I am doing.” Nothing in this world was going to alter his plans. Disguising was one of his major plans of striking back. He only wished Susan would understand and stop pestering him.

“We have janitors!” Susan snapped. “We don’t need another!” she reaffirmed and rolled her eyes at her offender.

“Let me be part of the janitors. I want to control the Swan Real Estate Group as the lowest ranked staff. Please nobody must know I am the heir and our marriage will be discrete.”

She interrupted, “Discrete? Why discrete? What are you up to Jamole? Now you are getting me scared and I am pissed…:”

The creaking of a door interrupted him and it was that one of the securities walked in with a piece of note handy. He handed it over to Susan with a bow.

Susan read the note hastily and showed it to Jamole. “As though father knew what I was lamenting about. He wants to know our wedding plans.”

Jamole raised a thick brow and dimmed his gaze at the note. “No, I am going to plead with my father-in-law. We can’t have a loud wedding. I want our wedding discrete, just simple and quiet, without any room for guest. Nobody must know I am your husband.”

“Are you kidding me?” Susan fumed, “Aren’t you proud of me or what? Why would you want to keep our marriage discrete?”

Jamole dared to touch her hands as he explained but she pulled away, and lowered her gaze in pain. Jamole could see the blotches on her chins and the vein that popped on her forehead.

“Apologies for any emotional wreck my decision must have caused you, my dear.” He stood up again, stared into the mirror and said, “But you see, I am a heartbroken man. What you see is merely a piece of myself. Until I make some rivals pay, my fury will never have rest.”

“Rivals?” Susan retorted and stared thoughtfully at him. “What rivals do you speak of? And does it have anything to do with my father’s business?” she queried.

Jamole hesitated; he never intended to give her the cold shoulders but already those warm tears were trickling now as he took his mind some months back to the hell he passed through in his marriage.

The table had turned now. Stella and her boss, Roger were his staff and it was only he that could decide their fate at the Swan Real Estates group.

“Why are you all tears, Jamole?” Susan asked. “Is there something you are not telling me? Talk to me Jamole. I am your wife. If there is any emotional trauma you are going through I should be the first to know.”

Jamole turned his gaze on her and forced a smile. “Never mind dear. It is tears of joy. I can’t believe this is me.”

Something was about to happen…