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

I wanted to make her jealous and threaten to do things I have never done to her before, but I couldn't. I thought of Boss, he has a wife and children. His wife lives in the same house with him and he brings in ladies of all kinds into the same house. "I hate you!" I heard the woman yell at him one day, I don't know why but I can guess it was because of the girls he brought into the house that rubbed his head and stomach, the same ladies that made him scream and laugh like a lunatic. The poor woman yelled at him, screaming at the top of her voice and I felt for her for one moment.

“I can absolutely assure you, Ryan, that there never has and never will be anything regarding my boss! I am his subordinate, and there’s nothing left to discuss about Mr. Anderson!” His arms cross over his chest again, huffing. “You’re so delusional that your work has given you everything you desire when, in fact, it is your boss.” “Fine. You want this divorce and to live in your fantasy world where I’m the villain? I’ll sign your fucking divorce papers, but not right now. For now, I’m going to find a competent lawyer to help me properly divide my property from you.” I start rushing toward the front door, needing to escape this house, this man, this absurdity.

And I was willing to be that push. “Boss,” I said, trying to sound reasonable, “there’s no obstacle you two can’t overcome. There’s no real problem between you and your wife. She’s just upset about Miss Susan. You just need to explain things to her. She loves you. She wouldn’t leave you.” He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “Are you finished?” Seeing his reaction, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe… “If you let her go,” I pressed on, “you’ll be in a cold war for months. Even the strongest love can’t survive that. When she comes back… she’ll just be coming back to sign the divorce papers.”

"What the hell is going on down there? Look!" Dave walked closer, his eyes following my gaze. "Boss, I think he's just... being friendly." "Friendly?!" I snapped. "He's hugging her. He's looking straight at my office like he's mocking me." Dave raised his hands slightly, trying to de-escalate the fury in my voice. "You need to calm down, boss. She's still yours. She’s your wife." I turned to him, eyes sharp. "She asked for a divorce. Did you forget that?"

"Your ex-husband used to talk about you." Her stomach twisted. Of all the people she could have run into, why did it have to be his boss? She straightened, instinctively pulling back. "I don’t know what he told you, but—" "That you were his greatest supporter," the man interrupted. "That he wouldn’t have made it without you." Her breath hitched. For a second, something like sympathy flickered in his expression. "You look terrible," he said bluntly. She let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, well. Divorce does that to people."

“You become someone I don’t recognize. You diminish yourself.” She stiffened, but he pressed on. “How can you bear being neglected and betrayed like this?” he demanded. “A husband should cherish his wife, no matter how much he enjoys a celebration. Yet here you are—alone—while he’s down there, entertained by whoever has managed to catch his attention.” “Why can’t you just divorce him?” His voice tightened with evident irritation. Cassie held his gaze steadily, her expression calm, unreadable. “Don’t concern yourself with my affairs, CEO Pierce,” she said evenly.

I said to the phone, trying to juggle holding shopping bags and my handbag all in one hand. “Are you crazy, Harvey? He wants an open marriage! He told you that himself! If it's not because he wants to fool around with that bitch Olivia, why would he want an open marriage? Can't you see how close they are, it's not normal for a married man to be this close to another woman. Did you forget that he asked you to go out in the rain to buy medicine for that woman while you were sick yourself?!”

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

Frank asked, curious. The Boss sighed in exasperation. "Look, we made a mistake, and you can have that gal as my way of apology. Could you just spare my life?" Mariah was left gritting her teeth, incensed by the offer. "You despicable prick! We were comrades who survived death, but you're going to sell me off now?! I will end you even if it kills me!" The Boss snorted coolly. "I didn't want to do this, Mariah, but you saw what he can do. We're both dead if we so much as disrespect him! Just make him a happy man, and we'd both survive!"