Chapter Four Ask For The Unbelievable  

 

Eunice’s POV

Hearing this, a knot grew in my stomach. My fingers twitched, itching to raise my hand and slap her, the sound of it cracking through the air like a whip. But I only clenched my fist instead. A young bitch who knew nothing but how to snatch people’s husbands would not make me become someone I was not. I refused to stoop to her level.

Taking a deep breath, I turned on my heel, ready to return home immediately. Tyler would come back home to meet me. To explain this nonsense I had just witnessed.

But then, a second thought hit me. If I walked out of the salon just like that, this husband snatcher would think she had won. She would smirk, reveling in her false victory, and I could already picture her issuing a direct threat to the employees, forbidding them from ever letting me step foot in this building again.

I couldn’t risk that. I had to assert my dominance as the real madam of this beautiful company.

“Get out of my way,” I said, my voice sharp and commanding. With a swift motion of my arm, I shoved her aside as though she were nothing more than an insignificant obstacle in my path.

Without sparing her another glance, I climbed the stairs and barged into Tyler’s office.

“Eunice?” He called my name in shock, his expression frozen in disbelief. It was as if he never imagined I would show up here, in his office, standing before him.

His lips parted, scrambling for an excuse. “You didn’t tell me before—”

“Save it!” I cut him off, my gaze hard, my tone leaving no room for discussion. My face was set in a deep frown, my eyes red from the anger and frustration simmering within me. But I held my tongue. This was a conversation we would have at home. Right now, we were in his office, and I refused to give the employees downstairs any gossip to whisper about. I would not be the woman who aired her grievances in front of prying eyes.

Turning back toward the door, I prepared to leave. But just as I was about to step out, I saw her again, leaning against the entrance, a perfect smirk carved into her face.

“Lola!” Tyler’s voice rang out immediately, snapping with authority.

“This is my wife. Get out of her way. You don’t stand in front of my wife like that!” His sharp reprimand sliced through the air.

“Oh! I apologize, ma’am!” Lola bowed, her tone dripping with false humility. I narrowed my eyes. Was this not the same woman who, moments ago, had whispered into my ear that I should stay home and play the role of a pretend housewife? And now she was pretending as if she respected me?

I smirked at the hypocrisy unfolding before me. But I didn’t waste another second on her. Without a word, I walked past her and left.

At 10 PM, Tyler finally came home.

“I am sorry, babe, the meeting at work was hectic!” he said, his tone laced with the same tired excuse he had used the night before.

I simply smiled. I had anticipated this.

Thankfully, I had only cooked for myself and Diana. I had made sure she had taken her medication and was fast asleep. So, since Tyler had chosen to come home late, that was his luck.

I watched as his gaze flickered toward the dining table. Seeing nothing, his eyes darted around the room as if hoping a meal would magically appear.

“You didn’t cook?” he asked, as I took his coat and briefcase from him.

Finally, the question I had been waiting for. And I was more than ready to respond.

I tilted my head, my smile widening. “You didn’t eat at Lola’s place before coming?”

He froze at my words, but only for a moment. Quickly, he masked it, his expression shifting. “What do you mean?” His voice held forced confusion, his steps forward calculated.

I exhaled sharply. “Did you not say it was Delisha’s hug that lingered on you yesterday? Then why did I smell the same scent on Lola today? A woman all your employees call madam, instead of me?” I stepped closer, my voice rising. “And why did you change all the staff, including Delisha, without telling me?!!”

A series of questions tumbled out of my mouth, fueled by the rage burning inside me. I had never been this type of woman before—I had never nagged at Tyler. But tonight, my heart was racing, and I needed answers.

Tyler hesitated. “Oh,” he finally muttered.

Oh? That was all he had to say? That was his grand response to every single question I had just thrown at him?!

I took a deep breath, steadying myself.

“When we had nothing, you and I made a decision. We went to separate banks, took out loans, and built our company from the ground up. We sacrificed and put in our sweat to make sure it succeeded. Your mother got sick, and we both agreed that I would stay home to take care of her until she recovered.” My voice cracked slightly, but I pushed through.

“And while I was home taking care of your mother, you were in the salon parading another woman as the madam?! You fired all the staff and didn’t even have the decency to tell me! And now you come home late and expect me to believe you were in a meeting?!” My voice shook with unfiltered fury.

Tyler said nothing. He simply stared at the ground, looking as if he was searching for an answer, as if he was truly remorseful.

“That’s it, Tyler,” I said, shaking my head.

“If you have no logical explanation for this, I am done! I am so done!” My voice broke, my heart pounding violently against my chest.

“I can’t be taking care of your mother while you’re in the salon chasing another woman! I am not a fool, Tyler! I am not a fool!”

“This is nonsense, Eunice,” he finally snapped, stepping forward, his hands reaching for me.

But I was quicker. I lifted a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

He exhaled sharply. “It’s not what you think, Eunice,” Tyler began, sighing as if he were the victim. 

“I know how ugly it looks and what you must be feeling right now, but you’ve got it wrong. That woman has always been an ambitious creep, but it’s been hard for me to get rid of her because I recently fired Delisha and wouldn’t want to cause too much instability to our business. She’s been getting too familiar, and I have been ignoring it because I did not want to cause too much tension at work. I never encouraged her behavior, but I suppose she must have misinterpreted my kindness.”

I scoffed. A convenient excuse. Was he not the boss? If she had always been like that, why had he allowed it?

“Then why are your employees calling her madam and treating her with high regard?” I blurted.

Tyler gave another sigh. “You know how office gossip works. People love to assume things, especially when they see a man and a woman working closely together. I had no idea they were calling her my wife—it’s ridiculous! Do you think I would ever let anyone replace you? You’re my wife, and you always will be.”

I studied him carefully, searching his face for the truth.

“I will fire her tomorrow with immediate effect. Please believe me,” he said.

I didn’t move. I didn’t melt into his embrace like I normally would.

For a moment, I just stood there, his arms wrapped around me, his breath warm against my skin.

I exhaled slowly and stepped back, meeting his gaze. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” I said, my voice firm. “Fire her tomorrow, and then we’ll talk.”

Tyler swallowed hard, nodding. “I will,” he promised.

Just then, I let out a deep breath and turned toward the bedroom. He reached for me again, but I didn’t let him pull me in this time.

I needed to see actions, not just words.