As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sleek, modern building, a crisp, "Good afternoon, Sir," rang out from the security guard, his uniform immaculate in navy blue, his demeanor disciplined and respectful. The guard saluted as the enigmatic man strolled confidently into the entrance. Clutched in his hand was a bag, its contents concealed, leaving an air of intrigue.The glass doors glided open with a soft hiss, making way for his entrance. All eyes within the reception area turned to follow this mysterious newcomer, curiosity and speculation swirling in the air like a palpable mist.Amid the commotion, Melvin, a man whose animated discussion with the receptionist had garnered attention of its own, swiveled his head to gaze upon the unexpected visitor. The deep furrows on his brow deepened further as he observed the enigmatic figure in the midst of the office.A flood of thoughts rushed through Melvin's mind. "What's he doing here?" he pondered, his emotions
Naira's frustration flared, and her voice trembled with a mix of anger and exasperation as she addressed Melvin. "Melvin, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Her teeth were gritted, her eyes ablaze with intensity, as she confronted her husband.Before Melvin could muster a response, Jess, a sudden intrusion into the escalating tension, chimed in. "Look, Naira, your useless husband is fighting with me." Jess spoke with a hint of superiority, adjusting his disheveled collar and meticulously dusting off the creases on his sleeves.Melvin, seething with anger, retorted, "Mind your language," his voice dripping with irritation. He made a menacing move toward Jess, as if he were about to grab the man's collar once more. But Naira, with a swift, firm tug, pulled him back."Enough, Melvin," Naira snapped, her tone resolute. "This is not a battleground; it's my office. Behave yourself." Her voice commanded authority, and the strength of her grip left no room for argument.Melvin's eyes l
Naira's breath caught in her throat as she exclaimed, "Oh, my God." The box she held seemed to emit an ethereal glow as she eagerly lifted the lid, revealing a dazzling diamond necklace nestled within. Her fingers delicately traced the contours of the large, glittering diamonds, captivated by their brilliance.With a hint of smugness, Jess Snickered and declared, "I knew it, you'd love it. That's why I brought it for you." His arrogance added an intriguing layer to the atmosphere, contrasting with the awe-inspiring beauty of the necklace.The onlookers in the office, engrossed in the unfolding scene, couldn't help but be drawn into the allure of the necklace. Its exquisite craftsmanship demanded appreciation and attention, making it clear that this was no ordinary piece of jewelry."Aww.. Jess. I'm so happy," Naira gushed, her eyes fixed on the mesmerizing necklace. The way it adorned her fingers sent shivers of delight down her spine.Jess's chest swelled with pride as Naira continue
"I swear by his deceased father," he sneered softly, frustration evident as he bent at the waist to pick up the bra she had discarded on the floor the previous night. "One day, I will endure all the torment and exact revenge on you, spoiled bitch," he huffed, tossing the bra over his shoulder and moving to tidy the disarray around the room. He diligently followed the instructions she had given him before heading to the office that morning.Could he truly believe that someone like Naira, in charge of the family business, would create such a mess in her room just due to her usual untidiness? It didn't add up. Something felt amiss, and a significant part of that was him.He was convinced that she had intentionally orchestrated this entire situation – a scheme to belittle him, diminish his significance, and exploit him as an unpaid cleaner. Surprisingly, despite being married, she treated him more like a household help than a husband. The marriage papers they had signed seemed almost inco
"Divorce?" The word escaped his lips, a mixture of disbelief and raw hurt in his voice. The handsome stranger, Robert, remained impassive, his presence casting a shadow that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment. Melvin's heart pounded in his chest, emotions swirling in a tempest of anger, hurt, and defiance. Meanwhile, Mrs. Edwards approached, her plump lips adorned with purple lipstick curling slightly after she took a sip of tea. "Ugh… you know, I despise tardy breakfasts. Mind your actions and pick up the pace," she admonished, rolling her eyes at him. Melvin swallowed his anxiety and nodded, not so much afraid of the woman herself, but rather the fact that Naira was waiting outside. He thought he could deal with the situation later as he believed Naira'd not leave her easily. Not for this man atleast. "Good boy," Mrs. Edwards praised before preparing to move away. Just then, Melvin seized what he thought was a prime opportunity to slip away with the file. Unbeknownst
It felt as if the universe had tuned into his inner thoughts, with no intention of allowing him another opportunity to feel regret. The phone's ring broke the moment, announcing another call from the same number. This time, a faint smile tugged at the corner of Melvin's lips, a glimmer of anticipation or curiosity crossing his face."Hello." He spoke, pressing the phone next to his ear. A shaky, tired voice echoed from the other end of the line, carrying the words "My dear grandson!" After such a long time, hearing those words sent a chill down his spine, as if a wave of emotions and memories had suddenly surged back into his consciousness. There was a quality in the voice that caused Melvin to set aside the past and fixate solely on the current situation, on what might be troubling his grandfather. Why wasn't his voice its usual self?"Are you okay, grandpa?" Melvin's voice, laced with concern, broke in. He couldn't recall a time when his grandfather had sounded so frail, not even
A painful knot formed in his chest as he grappled with the idea that Naira might actually heed her mother's advice and consider ending their marriage. The uncertainty of his future gnawed at him. Where would he find himself if he were no longer beside her? The questions swirled in his mind, mirroring the tearful chaos of his eyes.And then, in a moment that seemed almost symbolic, a sharp, searing pain cut through the noise of his thoughts. "Ahhh…" he groaned involuntarily, the sting of pain jolting him back to reality as the blade slipped and he accidentally nicked his finger. The vibrant red of blood mingled with the pale slices of onion, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. The physical pain, though sharp, paled in comparison to the emotional wounds inflicted by Naira's words.Melvin's swift footsteps took him to the wash basin, urgency in his every movement. He twisted the tap, unleashing a stream of water that cascaded over his injured finger, washing away the crimson evidence
With a sigh that carried a mix of frustration and resignation, he muttered to himself, the sound a private outlet for his emotions, his pride smarting from the recent humiliation he had endured.As his fingers deftly smoothed the sheets, making the bed with mechanical precision, he processed the conflicting feelings that churned within him. Amid the flurry of his thoughts, Melvin's phone buzzed with a reminder that cut through the haze. The text message illuminated his screen, a stark reminder of his obligation to be present at the office that day—his own office. "Oh, how can I forget that," he berated himself, his palm meeting his forehead in a light slap that resonated with a mixture of surprise. He hastened to get ready.Rushing through his preparations, Melvin arrived at his office with a sense of urgency coursing through his veins. He had taken the effort to dress smartly, a crisp white shirt neatly tucked into his black pants. A smile adorned his lips, a clear reflection of h