TWO

“I don't want you to take my life too far, I can't be the ideal wife who just stays at home. Catwalk is my life, I can not leave it!"

Zillion stared flatly at his screaming shameless wife in his office. The fight between him and Cassie had been going on for months. His stubborn wife never wanted to leave the entertainment world that had been raising her name. The woman didn't like it when Zillion asked her to stay at home and only serve him as wife. Meanwhile, as a husband, Zillion felt that he was capable enough to pay for all his wife's needs without her needing to work again. Rather than spending time outside having a good time with her friends, Zillion would prefer Cassie to be at home and be a sweet wife to him.

"Do whatever you like, I don't care," Zillion comments.

Cassie smiled with satisfaction. Grinning triumphantly from her chair while looking at Zillion from a distance who was struggling with the files on his desk.

"As a husband, you really have to give me concessions. The wife's job is not limited to serving her husband at home. I also need me time to spend with my friends outside the house. If you can't understand my condition, you can divorce me now,” challenged Cassie with arrogance.

Zillion immediately looked up quickly and gave Cassie a sharp gaze. "You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't ask me to divorce you."

Always he was the party who had to give in. In all matters and decisions, it was always Cassie in control. Sometimes he felt like a loser when Cassie had dominated him. But he also couldn't do anything because he didn't want to lose Cassie. Cassie was his first love, as well as his true love.

Since meeting Cassie four years ago, he immediately fell in love with her and did not want to replace Cassie with another woman. It's just that recently Cassie was getting more and more annoying in front of him. In addition, the woman balked at his desire to have children immediately. Even though he was already thirty-three years old. He needed a successor for his business empire. Meanwhile Cassie is still reluctant to leave the entertainment world which she has been working on since she was young. The only thing he could do right now was back off. Once again he would give in to Cassie for the sake of harmonious personal relations.

"Well, stay like that dear. Someday I will definitely give you offspring, it's just that you need to be patient a little longer. Yesterday I just got an offer to be a Victoria Secret model. You know for yourself how my struggle to get the offer, so I have to try hard from now on so that my body remains slim and sexy until my contract from Victoria Secret ends. Have a nice day dear. I love you."

Zillion received one short kiss from Cassie with a flat face without passion. The kiss that Cassie gave actually made his mood even more devastated because the woman again left him defeated. Lose under the domination of that woman and make him have to be willing to share his wife's captivating body for the enjoyment of others.

“Shit! Damn woman!" Zillion scolded on empty air. He hit the table in front of him hard and made some of the paper he was working on scatter onto the floor. If it's like this, he will lose the appetite to do anything. He loses the appetite for doing his piling up tasks and he will get more and more problems from his clients who are always dissatisfied with his messy work.

"Zi, you already— wow, what just happened?"

Spencer walked into Zillion's room and was immediately taken aback by the mess. Important papers were seen scattered on the floor, and the condition of his friend and boss also looked apprehensive with the tie that had been thrown on the table. He even had time to step on one of Zillion's multi-million dollar paper stock scattered on the floor. Luckily his shoe lining didn't make the paper too dirty, so he picked up all the papers and arranged them neatly on Zillion's messy desk.

"It must be Cassie," guessed Spencer.

It is true. In Zillion Malloy's living history, only Cassie could make the man seem this messy. Even when Zillion lost a multibillion-dollar tender, the man was never this mess. He just sat relaxed on his throne while enjoying a bottle of vodka and classical music by Mozart, which was famous in the era of the thousand and eight hundred.

"She threatened me again, Spenc, and this time with a divorce. Shit! " said Zillion again.

Who knows how many curses Spencer heard this afternoon. What is clear is that he will soon turn into a living diary for Zillion with all his problems.

"Then? What made her threaten you with divorce? "

“I asked her to quit the entertainment world. Do you think my request is very difficult? Why does she work when I can fulfill all her needs? "

"Well, maybe for her your request is very difficult."

He is quite confused about how to advise Zillion because he is not as experienced in complex household matters as Zillion's. During this time his life was calm and peaceful. He has one wife named Alice Peterson and a two year old son named Mark Peterson. His life has been very beautiful so far. If he had a problem with Alice, it wouldn't be as complicated as Zillion's. He would only fight with Alice in the morning, then in the evening when he came home from work everything would get better, as if they had never done anything and returned to being a happy, harmonious family.

“I'm really frustrated with my complicated household life. Why don't I have a beautiful household life like you? You have a beautiful wife and also a cute boy. Your life is so perfect, whereas my personal life— so bad! Worse than an earthquake and other natural disasters."

Spencer shrugged his shoulders lightly and seemed unable to say anything. According to him, he was lucky to have Alice. What would happen if he didn't meet Alice in the past, he would also be as pathetic as Zillion.

"Maybe it's time for you to go to a psychologist to consult on your problem."

"Do you think I'm crazy? I'm still more than sane to solve my own problems. Besides, I'm only asking for a little advice from you as a friend, not asking you to send me to a psychologist," said Zillion huffily.

“You're not crazy yet, but you're going crazy soon. Look at your reflection in the mirror, you are so messy! What if your client sees you in a mess like this? They will cancel their plans to invest in your company. After all, coming to a psychologist does not mean that you are crazy, but you can ask for a little advice from him/her so you can immediately find answers to the problems you are facing. Here, I just happened to have gotten a brochure about a great psychologist who works for a government consulting firm. Who knows you're interested, you can go to this office to do a consultation on your complicated marriage problems."

Spencer placed a crumpled sheet of paper on the Zillion table. It looked as if the paper had just been crumpled by Spencer and put it in his pocket as he was on his way to work. He got the brochure from a young newspaper seller who had offered him a newspaper.

"I'm not in the mood." Zillion rejected harshly. He just glanced at the lump of paper without intending to touch it or read it. But Spencer left him there just in case Zillion changed his mind.

“Tell your secretary to throw it away later. Now I need last week's financial statements to re-audit, there are some discrepancies in numbers that I just realized. I forgot to include last week's company expenses that were used to provide benefits to retired employees."

Zillion pointed at the red folder on his right lazily while telling Spencer to take it himself.

After Spencer left, he returned to working with all the work he had left. While checking his company's monthly report, Zillion glanced a little at the shabby paper Spencer had placed on his desk. Somehow he was quite curious about the contents of the paper and decided to take it. He read all the information on the paper while thinking quite hard about the advice Spencer was giving.

"Do I have to see this psychologist?" Zillion asked himself. He read the psychologist's brief data listed there, weighing the benefits he might get after visiting the psychologist.

"Maybe this psychologist is the solution to my problem." Zillion thought at last, stuffing the shabby paper into his shirt pocket.

This evening, after his office hours are over, he will go to the psychologist to find answers to all the thorny problems that have befallen him lately.