Overtime Revenge

“Thomas, are you an idiot? Didn’t you hear the boss’ order?”

My wife, Samantha Johnson, shot me a sharp glare and splashed coffee straight onto my face.

“Why are you spacing out during work? Don’t you want your job? Your full attendance bonus for this month is gone.”

Thomas Clark, our boss, glared viciously at me, then immediately turned around with a smiling face.

“Ahem, let me say a few words.

“Happy Christmas, everyone. Aside from a very small number of troublemakers, everyone has done a great job this year.

“So, I’ve prepared a small gift.”

As he spoke, Thomas pulled a large stack of cash envelopes from his pocket and shot me a provocative glance.

The familiar scene appeared before me again.

I calmly wiped the coffee off my face and instantly understood that I had transmigrated.

In my previous life, I constantly worked overtime for the company. Samantha, however, followed Thomas to a yacht party, ranting on about how big the moon looked over the sea.

I was so consumed by anger that I died from it.

After my death, my parents went to the company to demand compensation. However, Samantha rushed to the front to handle the company’s public relations.

She said my parents were worse than animals and accused them of forcing me to work overtime for money. She even claimed that they had abused her after our marriage.

Thomas spoke righteously, saying the company had arranged days off for Christmas. Apparently, I had shamelessly insisted on working overtime, thinking there would be triple pay on Christmas.

How can the company be blamed for a death from overtime?

My coworkers were bribed by Thomas, and all stood up to accuse me.

They said I was the one determined to work overtime. The company had never forced anyone.

I deserved to die, and my parents were just making trouble for compensation money.

Public opinion spread overwhelmingly. Unable to endure the online attacks, my parents jumped to their deaths.

As for Samantha, she knowingly became the other woman!

“Thank you, Mr. Clark! Following you means good rewards!”

Samantha walked up to him with a flattering smile and casually took off her coat.

Her Christmas outfit was revealed to everyone.

Thomas stared at her tight skirt, his eyes lighting up, and he swallowed hard.

“Of course. If you followed your husband, you probably wouldn’t even have enough to get by.”

The coworkers immediately echoed in praise.

“Wow, so beautiful.”

“Hehe, you’re so charming. I’m a girl, and I can’t even take my eyes off you.”

Thomas’ gaze never left Samantha, eyeing her without restraint. Not only did Samantha feel no shame, but she even twisted her waist, showing off her best side.

However, her eyes were full of resentment.

“What’s the use of that? Look at the hard life I’ve lived after getting married. I’m so worn out.”

“Ever since I ended up with this useless man, I’ve never even hoped for a high-quality life.

“And when we go shopping, he’s stingy. It’s really embarrassing.”

I’d given her everything these three years during our marriage, yet she had never once dressed like this in front of me.