Rebirth of the scheming wife
I exclaim as I cross-check my wrist watch and I realize that I have been working for so long.
“As far as I am concerned, the three hours that I was away is enough to get your work done, so suspend whatever you are doing and give me the gist so that I can know the next step we are to take to set the ball of our revenge mission rolling,” she says, drawing out the chair in front of me.
“I just came back to a year in my life after I was murdered by my supposed husband’s legal wife, so I am still trying to get used to a lot of things that I have not been used to in a very long time,” I explain.