Her Ex-husband Is A God Of War

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Charles looked at his reflection in the mirror as he drove the Toyota Camry Sadie bought for him. They almost had a fight over it. She was going to buy him a Rolls-Royce but what the fuck was he supposed to do with it?

Even without using some extraordinary cars, a few important people in Atlanta recognize him. What'd happen if he now used an expensive car?

And he'll admit, he'd never been more pissed off than he had been since he met Sadie. She would always do something to get on his nerves.

Like this morning…

“You have to start working here,” she had tossed a card on the table.

“No, thanks.”

“One way or the other, I'm going to be forced to tell people that you are my husband, what will I tell them you do for a living?” And that way, she forced him to get out of bed and now here he is, driving to start working as a CEO in some company he is not interested in.

He pulled into the gate of the company. He parked in the garage and came out of the car.

Just to piss her off in return, Charles made no attempt to wear something nice. He is an ordinary pant and a shirt you'll easily get immediately you step inside a Walmart store.

“Good morning,” a man greeted him.

“Good morning,” Charles greeted the man back.

Before he got to the elevator, more than five people had greeted him.

Nice welcome, huh? Thank goodness. He didn't want a company that will stress him out in the first place.

“The new CEO will be here anytime soon, all workers move to the multi-purpose hall and wait for him,” a voice blared through the speaker across the whole building.

“I repeat, all workers move to the multi-purpose hall.”

Immediately, all the workers were rushing in a particular direction.

Charles watched the uniformity in fascination. Lost in the amusement, he bumped into a woman.

“I'm so sorry,” Charles bent down to pick the pen that fell from her hand.

He straightened up and gave the pen to her but she didn't collect it. Instead, she was looking at him with total disgust.

Charles smiled uncomfortably. He had only gotten this kind of look from the members of his ex-wife's family.

Without warning, the woman slapped his face.

The force of the slap made Charles stagger backward. He grabbed his face to relieve the pain. Been a long time since he was last slapped.

“What gut did you have to stand in my way when you saw me coming?” She asked, her voice dripping in disgust.

Charles glanced at her. Is she a worker here? She should become a military person. That slap was crazy. “I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to stand in your way.”

“You meant to. You saw me coming and stood in my way. I saw you while I was coming,” she spat.

Now, this is getting serious. Charles took his hand from his face. “If you saw me coming, you could have avoided me.”

The woman roared in laughter. “What? Me?” She started laughing again.

Some of the workers that were on their way to the multi-purpose hall have stopped now. No one had ever spoken to Miss Dakota. Definitely not someone who wanted to continue working in the company.

“You mean to tell me I should make way for a mannerless idiot like you?” She laughed again.

“Ma'am, I think that's going too far. You don't know me and you're referring to me as an idiot.”

“That's exactly who you are, you worthless human being. Do you even have the guts to talk back to me? Do you know who I am?”

“Who are you?” Charles looked her up and down. “Or who do you think you are?”

She took her iphone and dialed a number. “I'll show you who I am.”

Charles put his hands in his pocket. People like this are the worst. Who the hell employed a worker? As far as he knows, everyone here is an employee one way or the other.

“Apologize,” Charles heard some of the workers whisper to him.

“Get on your knees and tell her you're sorry,” a man whispered.

“Tell her sorry!”

Charles smiled at them. “Let's see who she is first.”

Suddenly, there are echoes or feet. The sound made Charles nostalgic as he remembered his training and all the things he did in the military. He couldn't wait to go back.

A group of scary looking men with tattoos marched in.

The man who seemed to be their leader came forward. He had a hat on his head.

He bowed at the woman. “At your service, ma'am.”

“Teach this idiot who I am,” the woman instructed.

The man in the hat turned around. He had a smile on his face as he took off his hat. “You're messing with Miss Dakota, huh?”

The voice sounded familiar to Charles. He waited for the man to remove his hat.

All of a sudden, the man fell on his knees in front of Charles. “I didn't know it was you, sir.”