From Zero to Super Son in law

Chapter 2

As Moore lay there, his mind consumed by a mix of sadness and bitterness, he realized that his actions wouldn't restore his lost job.

"Ah," he thought, brushing off the dust from his suit.

Just as Moore began to walk away, a sudden realization struck him.

"Dang! I almost forgot to get my Queen a birthday present," he muttered, coming to a halt and searching his pocket for money. To his surprise, he found only a hundred dollars.

"I guess this will have to do," he murmured once more, resuming his walk.

Moore's eyes caught sight of a shop that boasted an array of women's products. Without hesitation, he dashed inside.

He perused the shop, determined to find a perfume that fit within his limited budget. Unbeknownst to him, the shop manager had been observing Moore's constant scrutiny and subsequent rejection of items based on their price tags.

Unable to contain her mounting frustration any longer, she rose from her seat and approached Moore, annoyance etched on her face.

"What's going on?" she asked in a harsh tone. Moore dropped the item he was holding and looked at her, perplexed.

"Pardon?” He furrowed his brows.

"Why are you handling those products so roughly, picking them up and dropping them back on the shelf?" she let out with disdain.

"No, I didn't do that. I made sure to return each item to the shelf properly," he tried to explain himself. The shop manager seethed with anger as he spoke.

"Are you in any way saying I’m lying? You've been here for a good fifteen minutes, yet you’ve  been roaming and haven't purchased a thing. If you have no money, you shouldn’t enter a store you know." she shook her head and gave a silly hiss while she looked at him from his head to his toe. It was obvious to her that he was poor.

"With all due respect ma’am, you have no right to speak to me in this manner. There was no sign outside that said I must buy a product immediately upon picking it up," he defended himself. “Or am I not allowed to have proper scrutiny before I make a choice?”

"Oh well, the poor ones are always the most arrogant,”she sneered.

Moore gritted his teeth.

"Ma’am, I didn't come to your store to be insulted. I do not know why you are sounding rude to me. I came here to get for my wife, not to be insulted by you. You have no right whatsoever to call me poor for having proper scrutiny of products before I buy. Obviously I want the best for my wife. Please do not push me to the wall" Moore declared angrily, his words falling on deaf ears as the shop manager remained unmoved.

"Oh wow, he has a wife! Quite Pathetic. I feel

pity for her” she chucked and shook her head in a mocking manner. “I can see clearly that you are a thief and you are here to steal my stuff. You are just waiting for the right time to strike! You don’t j have to worry, I’m calling the cops right now!” She yelped. 

Her raised tone attracted the attention of other customers and soon enough they began to gather room, prying and murmuring. 

"I need to defend myself before they involve the police," Moore thought.

"I am not a thief, Ma’am . I came here to make a purchase. Instead of treating me with respect, you chose to insult me without any justification. Listen, old lady, I will return with the authorities and have this shop closed down. You will be arrested for assault, and I will press multiple charges against you for questioning my integrity as a customer and subjecting me to severe insults. You won't escape the consequences," Moore threatened boldly before he turned and left.

Moore had grown tired of her relentless insults.

"Thank God he left," the shop manager muttered, then she returned to her seat.

Moore was seething with anger at the woman's hurtful words, even though he knew deep down that his threats were empty and merely an attempt to salvage his pride.

"Today is a dreadful day for me," he muttered under his breath as he continued walking.

After a few minutes, he spotted another shop and decided to enter.

"Good day, sir. What would you like to buy?" a saleswoman greeted him with a pleasant voice. Moore was taken aback by her kindness, having already concluded that all saleswomen and shop managers were rude.

"Thank you. I need a nice perfume for my wife within the range of 50 to 100 dollars," he explained slowly, and the saleswoman smiled warmly at him.

"Follow me, sir," she instructed, and Moore obediently followed.

Within a few minutes, Moore had found the perfect perfume.

"Thank you for your assistance. It's quite challenging to choose items for women," he expressed his gratitude.

"Yes, you're right. That's why I wanted to help you personally. I hope she likes it," she replied.

"She will."

"Please visit us again in the future," she said, and Moore nodded appreciatively before leaving the shop.

"I'm so happy to have found this perfume for her. She truly deserves it. I hope she'll appreciate it," he thought, a sense of joy returning to his steps as he walked home.

Upon reaching his house, however, his happiness dissolved when he noticed the wide-open door.

"Where is Fiona? Why did she leave the door unlocked? What if a stranger had walked in and stolen our valuables?" he murmured as he entered.

His eyes took in the sight of shattered wine bottles in the living room, with everything in disarray. He halted and surveyed the room for a moment.

"What could have happened here? Did burglars break in? Could Lucas be behind this, sending me a warning? I won't take this lightly, but first, I need to find my wife," Moore thought silently.

"Fiona!" he called out, but there was no response. He rushed into the kitchen and then climbed the stairs. As he approached their bedroom, he began to hear moans.

"Who's there?" he asked, his hand gripping the doorknob. Without hesitation, he pushed it open and witnessed the heart-wrenching sight of his wife engaged in a sexual encounter with another man. Shock and pain coursed through his veins, shattering the image he had held of his wife and leaving him in a state of disbelief.