CEO Wife Schedules Our Intimacy by the Minute

Joseph's POV

Several more laps passed on the clock before the faint click of the doorknob broke the silence. My wife, Cheryl Sharpley, was home. Still, she didn't look at me.

After hanging up her handbag, she dropped straight into bed. A lingering trace of an unfamiliar men's cologne clung disgustingly to her clothes.

I turned over just as her phone started buzzing nonstop. Picking it up, I saw messages from her secretary, Henry Sadler.

"Ms. Sharpley, thanks for coming to keep me company today."

"Your husband isn't mad, is he? I'll apologize to him in person another day."

I stared at the screen, my fingers freezing for a split second. Almost unconsciously, I scrolled up. Their conversation was intimate and full of shameless flirting.

Cheryl replied far more often than she ever did to me. She was nothing like the cold woman she transformed into whenever she was with me.

A lump formed in my throat. I carefully typed, "She's asleep. And I'm not angry. You can talk to her tomorrow."

After locking the screen, I set the phone back on her nightstand. I grabbed my pillow and turned to head for the guest room, but a warm sensation suddenly wrapped around my wrist.

I stopped in my tracks. Cheryl had grabbed me. Her eyes remained closed as she murmured in her sleep, "I'm here, Henry…"

Looking at her strikingly beautiful face, I smiled dryly. I pulled my wrist free and walked away.

The next morning, the guest room door was kicked open.

With her sleeves rolled up, Cheryl stood in the doorway and interrogated me, "Why would you say those things to Henry? He's young and sensitive. Don't you know that? Besides, he's just my new secretary. What's the point of picking on him?"

I slowly raised my eyes to meet the anger burning in her eyes. "Just your secretary? What kind of boss calls out her secretary's name in her sleep?"

She froze, her expression turning uneasy. "He's nothing more than my employee. I say his name so often at work that it's become a habit. As my husband, you shouldn't be so petty."

I looked away and simply nodded. "Fine. You can call his name as many times as you want from now on."

She suddenly grabbed my arm, her patience snapping. "There's nothing between Henry and me. Enough with the sarcasm, Joseph!"

I pulled my hand free. My fingertips brushed lightly through her hair as I spoke in the same calm voice. "Nothing? Got it. You're just the kind of boss who buys her secretary's underwear, right?"

Cheryl's back stiffened, and she looked somewhat awkward. She took a deep breath and argued, "His hips are bigger than yours. He couldn't fit into yours, so I had to buy—"

My hand stopped midair as I looked up at her. "How thoughtful of you. You even know your secretary's size."

The truth was, I had noticed something was amiss for quite some time.

It wasn't just the underwear. There had been unfamiliar ties at home, an electric razor that didn't belong to me, and even clothes left behind before anyone had the chance to take them away.

I simply hadn't bothered to confront her over every single thing.

Cheryl frowned. Straightening up, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me coolly. "I've explained this to you a million times, Joseph. You've changed. You're becoming utterly unreasonable."

No sooner had her words fallen than her phone chimed again, the same custom ringtone that had gone off in the middle of the night.

"Go ahead," I said flatly. "If you don't, he'll just come looking for me again."

It wouldn't be the first time, anyway.

Cheryl parted her lips as if to say something. She hesitated, albeit just for a second. In the end, she still turned and left anyway.

I sighed wearily. Lowering my head, I looked at the map spread out before me and then drew a red circle around a small city in the south.