Boss Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce Again นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt, positioned between his chair and the desk like he owned the entire room. Because he did. The realization hit her like a slap. Her breath caught. For a second, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. Alexander Harrington is the boss. Her husband is her boss. She smiled. “So I'm married to my boss.” She murmured inwardly. “I won’t have to worry about anything, yes” “Is it that you don’t have respect,” Alex’s voice cut through the silence, cold and sharp, “or you are just like this?”

My words had sent a signal to him and he was getting cupped up in the game he had started. “Wellosco! You promised to play fair!” He reminded me curtly. “You changed the theme of the game by making it look like a marriage contract which I'm not interested in.” I spat at his face. There was a long silence between us and I deliberately didn't speak as I took up the glass and gulped the wine. “Boss Wellosco…” He trailed off. “Please, help me. I want to work with you and keep my family protected but my daughter is approaching menopause. You are the only chance I have left.” He was subtle, acting like a docile rabbit and inwardly, I smirked in disgust.

I must have misheard, because there was no way that Logan just told me I should quit my job. Maybe I did hit my head after all. Maybe this was all some kind of coma dream. “Come again?” I asked. “Quit your job,” he said. “I make enough that I can take care of you. It’s time you give up this pretense and become my wife.” “I’m already your wife,” I said. “What you want is for me to be some kind of… of… what? Live-in servant?”

“And wow. Were you seriously planning to take advantage of my girlfriend?” “I wasn’t trying to—” I started defensively before catching myself. “Wait. Why am I even explaining myself to you?” I whispered harshly. “She’s still legally my wife.” “She’s divorcing you because you neglected her,” Dessa shot back, leaning closer like she wanted the argument to wake Arlene up on purpose. “Get out of our room,” I growled. “No.” “Dessa,” I warned quietly, “I’m still your boss.” She smirked. “And who do you think Arlene would side with? You or me?” Her eyes narrowed mischievously. “Want me to wake her up so we can ask?”

“Of course I was. Now listen , your wife went out to meet her family and per the situation here she wouldn't be back anytime soon do as I say or she will receive the pictures and come home in a mood you did never expect” “You don't divorce just like that, give me some time.” I tried to convince her. “Time is not by my side, Derrik. The only time you have is now.” Who is this crazy girl? I need to find a solution within this short time. I called Brian after thinking for a while. “We need to meet Brian, at our usual spot.” I told him while heading to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and headed to the same club that put me in this situation.

bargaining Erika, although in her heart as if in pain hear the word divorce from the mouth of Haris. "All right," replied Haris with a smile. Erika herding that lawyer was heading into a room used for the meeting. And now just the two of them there in that place. "All right, mr. Harris. Please just tell me, what's the problem? And the intent of the words of mr. Harris, what was it? Sorry sir, I still can't digest it well will be the words of Mr, Haris say that last." "Ok, get on with it. This is Erika. My client is your boss. He wanted to sue for divorce against you. Sir Jimmy wants to end the relationship with you."

Perez asked. “I’m Anna’s husband,” Bob replied. Dr. Perez glanced at me for permission. When I nodded, he motioned Bob to my bed. “I was just going over your wife’s diagnosis,” Dr. Perez explained. “I’ll just be a minute,” Bob said. He turned to me. “I want a divorce.” Dr. Perez narrowed his eyes at Bob and slammed his pen on his clipboard. “Excuse me, sir, but now is not the time for this. Your wife has just learned—”

Tony dropped a piece of meat he was eating, "Boss, are you okay?" "Yes, what’s up?" "Did you pressure madam into doing something so much that she left the house?" "She’s left the house more than once." Tony laughed, "Boss, even if she liked it, she didn't permit you. Force is still a force, no matter your intentions. Furthermore, madam is a strong woman. Even if she felt oppressed, she wouldn’t voice it and try to manage by herself. And you don’t understand women. It's no wonder she left in anger."

"I need a paycheck—a real job. Not one where sleeping with my boss is part of the job description." "Jason…" Emma's voice cracked, and tears welled in her eyes. "I never asked you for that… I didn't…" My patience snapped. I met her gaze, unflinching. "Didn't you?" I retorted. "Because it sure sounded like you wanted me as your personal plaything in between your sham of a marriage." "This marriage is a farce! What part of that don't you understand?" she sobbed, wiping the corners of her eyes.

“Don’t worry, how would she? She’s an ordinary housewife and a low-level assistant.” A low-level assistant who is responsible for every major successful feat in your company. “How dare he talk to you like that?” Josh cut in angrily, his grip tightening around the glass. “Ohh!!” Hayes ululated. “So it’s because you’re cheating on me, that’s why you’re asking for a divorce, right? You’re with the bastard now, aren’t you?” The hypocrisy is a sore sight. “Not everyone is as shameless as you.” I hung up and switched off the phone.