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Sophie Pov

I looked at the ticking clock, bored out of my mind. What is the point of living in an enormous mansion without having anything to do? I sigh, the time is currently 10 am and I am already bored. Should I visit Everett in his office? No, I can’t do that. What if he freaks out? No Sophie he won’t freak out, it is his office, he can’t do anything to you there. With that thought, I stood up and went to the kitchen. Why don’t I visit Everett and make lunch for him? I love cooking and I cook all the time to get my mind off things. 

I sometimes join the maid back in my house to cook, and they teach me how to cook. Apart from cooking, I also love painting and sketching. I have a lot of sketches, and I want to be a fashion designer. I have shown my parents a lot of my sketches so they can help me get connections so I can build my own fashion world, but they said my sketches are not appealing, that nobody would buy them. Well, that was before. But now dad is trying to help me with my designing dream, he has been trying to look for designers that can help me. I still sketch all the time and I want to be a fashion designer. It is my dream and one way or the other I will get that dream. 

I got to the kitchen; it is a really big and spacious kitchen that screams money. Everything is shiny. I am making ricotta cheese and a hot chicken sandwich. The maids are not here. Everett doesn’t even have much maids, it is just sometime in the week that he calls people to come clean the house. We have been married for 2 weeks now and he has been ignoring me. He always comes back home late or doesn’t come home at all. 

I cook food for him but he never eats until yesterday that he ate the food I cooked, that was when I noticed he eats a lot so I will make both minimal, so food won’t waste. I don’t really know how this marriage will go. Will it end in tears or it will end in love? I am totally confused. I don’t love Everett, obviously, but I will be happy if we both work something out. I tie up my hair and bring out all the ingredients for the food and also bring out the pots I will use. Tieing my apron and I get cooking. I am cooking the ricotta cheese first, after that I made the hot chicken sandwich. 

After hours in the kitchen, I was done. I packed the food in a lunch bag and went to my room to wash up. I brought out a short floral white gown that has white flowers on it, with a v neck and paired it with a black converse. I entered my bathroom and washed up and cleaned my hair. When I finished bathing, I wore the clothes and combed my long brown hair. I also put on a little makeup. I went downstairs and took the lunch bag. I went to the house entrance, where the guards and my driver were stationed. There is also a car, which is for me in case I want to go somewhere, but that hardly ever happens. I have no friends to visit. The only place is visit regularly is the art store but the car and the guards are still always here just in case I might want to go out.

“Mrs Anderson, where too?” My driver, Tom asked, bowing. This man never listens. Looking at him, he should be in his late forties. He can give birth to me and I have told him times without number to stop bowing or calling me Mrs Anderson.

“I told you to stop bowing and call me Sophie. Mrs Anderson makes me feel old,” I said. Tom is always with the formalities. I know he won’t listen to me as usual, but there is no harm in trying. Maybe one day I might be lucky.

“We must always respect the boss’ wife,” he said. I laughed. I knew he wouldn’t listen.“

Take me to the company,” I said, moving to the car. I quickly opened it before Tom could. Too many formalities, and I don’t like someone serving me. I have my own legs and hands to do things on my own. Besides, I am not used to people serving me. Anna would have loved people serving her all the time. He entered the car and started the car. We drove to the company in silence. The Anderson Cooperation is very big. They deal with different things like hotels, bars, restaurants and they also deal in real estate. The company is really big and has been passed on for generations. 

Everett Anderson, who is my husband, is the one who added real estate to the family business. The Andersons are very rich, filthy rich and their business is worldwide.

“We are here, ma’am,” Tom said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Thank you, Tom,” I said, coming out of the car. I closed the car door and stood in front of the flashy skyscraper. Anderson’s Co-operation was written on it. I entered the company and went straight to the elevator. A lot of the employees knows me as my face was on the news a lot so they didn’t bother to stop me. I entered the elevator and pressed the 15th floor, which is where Everett’s office is. 

The elevator dinged. I came out of the elevator and went to his office. His Secretary was not here, that is weird, she is supposed to be here. I shook off the thought and went to his office. The CEO was written on the door boldly. I opened the door and met the shock of my life. My husband, Everett, bent his secretary on the table and was fucking her from