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After all (envy pt.2, chapter 1)

This is the chapter one of the "He's Not So Bad After All" cuz that's the very bad prologue and I shall be calling this le After All series bcs one, it sounds cool, and two, it makes it easier to make announcements about it

Also, there might be... Freaky stuff. Not that freaky.

Guys, trust, I will love this series bcs I can make all the angst I've been writing in my oc drafts<3

Also, uhhh it's sort of weird if I use Noah Elliott because I know a Christian YouTuber (Realism) I watch has a four year old son named exactly that, so I won't mention the last name as much because bro, I didn't know 😭😭😭

Also, y'all, I'm gonna make this as a separate book for my envy feasters<3
Y'all thought I forgot about you guys, but I didn't 💛

Enjoy, cringe, cry, die, you get the gist 👍👍👍
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It's been a few months since my wedding with Noah in the courthouse.

We're fresh out of college, he proposed on graduation day, and here we are, living in a small house we bought after using our savings from highschool. That's the reason why we didn't host a wedding, because we're tight on cash.

We had a fight back in the dorms before the wedding, and I was yelling that he does not plan enough, that he is always so impulsive, and yet, he turned the blame on me, saying that it's my fault that I said yes and that if I was so smart, I would've broken his heart over suffering on broke bank.

I can feel my eye twitch everytime I remember that fight because he manages to get under my skin, stay there, and it's itchy all over since he's right.

I should've really rejected him, but I love the idiot, it feels weird admitting it even after I have involved myself with him with more than kissing ever since the finalizing of the marriage documents.

I admit that I was excited, that I'll have a husband who will love me until the end of time, but love is blinding because you'll never see the underlying parasites that is hidden under the sweet cotton candy life that seems too perfect to be true.

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I came home from work, seeing him asleep in our home office, hunched over the swivel chair, softly snoring, blazer off but still in work clothes, and his computer was on.

Sighing, I leaned against the side of the chair, and I don't know why I did it, but I looked at his emails, scrolling through business documents, until I found something that caught my eye.

Uzi Doorman

My eyes narrowed as I saw the last name.

Doorman?

That's the name of the company Noah would be working with because of extension of companies and buildings.

Against all better judgement, and a quick glance at my sleeping husband, I clicked on the email from this Uzi.

Coffee tomorrow with just us? Does 3 sound good? We can talk about the project then. Wouldn't want your wife to get mad about it.

The cogs turned in my mind as I stared at the four sentence email, and what the hell does she know about me?

And a reply from Noah was him agreeing to the coffee.

I let go of the mouse, clicked back on where Noah left off and I walked in our bedroom, sitting down on the mattress.

Noah said something about him being tired, about him being selected to work in a team for a joint project with the Doormans and that it'll be great for more money and paychecks so he can "spoil me".