Naira stirred, her body protesting as she stretched and reached for the remnants of a night's sleep that had not been particularly peaceful. A dull ache spiraled down her spine as she straightened her back. With a resigned sigh, she realized that she hadn't slept in an appropriate position all night, thanks to the unsettling presence of her husband, Melvin.Her eyes wandered to the figure sleeping beside her, his features peaceful in slumber. But that serenity was at odds with the bitter memory of his words from the previous night. "I hate your mother," he had said, words that lingered in her mind like a bitter aftertaste.Curling her lips in disappointment, Naira swung her feet over the edge of the bed, her thoughts a jumble of conflicted emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling that a storm was brewing beneath the surface of their relationship, one that threatened to disrupt the fragile peace that they had known until now.Naira hurriedly got ready for her office, her reflection in
Melvind found himself locked in a silent exchange with her, attempting to decipher the cryptic message hidden within her words. He furrowed his brow, his mind racing as he grappled with the meaning behind her directive."Get out of the car," she repeated, her voice unwavering as she gestured towards a stack of files reclining casually on the backseat, almost as if they were sharing a secret. Her eyes, unyielding and determined, bore into his, leaving him to question the gravity of the task at hand.His gaze shifted from the tantalizing mystery of the files to her unwavering countenance. It was a poker face, a visage that betrayed no inkling of jest. There was no room for doubt. "What are you staring at?" she snapped, her tone commanding, like a seasoned captain of industry. "I don't have time. Do it quickly."Without uttering a single word, Melvind turned the car's key, sending the engine into slumber, and exited the vehicle. The world outside was shrouded in a sense of urgency, as i
"Uhm, well, you're Sasha," Tara stammered, attempting to redirect the conversation. She flashed a nervous giggle at Melvin, her discomfort palpable. "He does seem to have a knack for carrying files, doesn't he?"The atmosphere was charged with tension as Tara's comment hung in the air, a palpable reminder of her earlier imprudent remark. She tried to recover, her voice unsteady as she turned to Melvin."He looks good walking behind you, doesn't he?" Tara inquired, her words laced with an air of flirtation as she attempted to change the subject. "By the way, would you mind lending your services to me for a day? I have some work at the office that could use some extra manpower."Melvin found himself caught in the middle of a surreal confrontation, feeling like an object being bartered between these two women who were now subtly vying for his assistance. The subtext was not lost on him, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. They were treating him as if he were just a cog in
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