I tugged at her ragged shirt, she shifted her head and blankly stared "What is it?" Her cold tone swept through my lungs, I breathed and slightly muttered out "How long are you staying today..?" My voice shivered in response as I kept my grip strong, "That is none of your importance- quite I don't know how long I will stay myself..." Her voice trailed off as she dismissed her wife's question in a mannered way. I watched myself as she took her steps into the doorway, quickly leaving. How did this happen? Why did I marry her? She never pays me attention, or in affection in that way either- it's tiring.
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I work for my wife! (GL)
RomantizmA work-alcoholic CEO, and the CEO'S lone and desperate wife have always had distant paths, with the other being a barely paid teacher. So one unfortunate day, when she hears rumors that her wife, the ultimate CEO of tech mate having a mistress- she...
