Love Can’t Win Against Cold Words
I had just finalized a three-million-dollar merger deal when I heard my wife, Connie Anderson, instruct the assistant, Greg Smith, outside of my office.
“Change the person in charge of this merger to Pete during the announcement ceremony tomorrow.”
My hand paused on the doorknob as I leaned against the door.
Greg sounded a little hesitant as he said, “But Dave’s been working on this project for the last six months. Our client has also been working exclusively with him…”
Connie did not even hesitate a little when she said righteously, “Pete has just graduated. He needs the network to solidify his status. Dave’s already part of the management team. Why would he need more accolades?
“After this deal is signed off, I’ll buy him his favorite sports car to make it up to him.”
During the announcement the next day, Connie held my hand and said, “The admin has made a mistake in the paperwork. I’ll make it up to you later.”
I pulled my hand back and remained quiet for the rest of the ceremony.
We had been married for seven years, but she had taken everything I had built through years of hard work and used it to elevate another man.
I neither wanted a sports car nor did I want to be a part of the senior management team.