Married to my Ex-wife's boss

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

David had not recovered from that occurrence, last week. Roseline had accepted. She has accepted to co-lead with Sandra. Of all people?

Was she mad? Did she really think everything through before she had said yes? Or was it because Sandra had barely given her the opportunity to think?

He couldn't put at once what it made him feel. What it stirred up in his spirit.

At one point, his head had expanded so big that he was convinced it would burst. At another point, his body grew cold and all liquids seemed to shrivel out.

They all were filled with the outbursts he should have let out. Those outbursts that would have probably changed things.

But the eerie silence that followed after her acceptance had made everyone uncomfortable. They had taken their leave one after the other. The guard leading the way.

He didn't know how he had gotten out of the room.Nor how he had managed to pull himself through the week.

All he knew and could tell was the fact that he was in his home and had been there for days, watching the news.

The sorry news that seemed to repeat itself on the TV day by day; the merger of the Grenda and Denver company into one.

The news that went with him to bed and rang him awake in the morning. It was that news that knew how to ring its bell and spoil his day.

Every channel seemed to be talking about that. If it wasn't about Roseline, then it would be about Sandra or about both of them.

There was no mention of her divorce. At least, he thought so. For he had been too distant to notice anything other than the news.

He was too busy fighting his own feelings to notice much, not even a news that might have mentioned his name.

It was a Monday. He was fed up with the annoying controls. The control that seemed to lead him deeper into depression, coupled with the heartbreak he had half-buried.

He sat at the dining table, not only pondering on what to make for breakfast but on what Roseline wanted to achieve by the merger.

What was she even thinking? He tried to wrap his head around it by going down memory lane.

She had weakened when the merger had been spoken about, as if that had been what she'd wanted. Like that was some part of a grand plan she had prepared.

Not that it was his business. Hell! It was none of his business. But he wanted revenge and he had thought Roseline was the only way out.

How could this be? His heart thrummed; his belly echoed the sound. He was hungry but not hungry.

He had forgotten how to be hungry. How could he be hungry? How could he hunger? Why should he hunger? When his hold on revenge was crumbling.

When he had been made a double fool right before Sandra. He couldn't have mistaken the triumphant smile at the corner of her lips. The smile that fanned his face with humiliation. What was she planning again? The rhetoric was coming more and more. There were no answers to them. He simply could not generate them.

Sandra had trampled on him once again and he couldn't even think of taking note of the number of times she had done that.

He couldn't count the times he had convinced himself that that would be the last.

The number of humiliations he had to suffer were numerous.

Was there anywhere in the city where she had not said a sharp word or two?

And just when revenge seemed to have fallen into his hands, free and without charge, he let his self-control slip.

Her domineering personality had skipped his memory. He was just like a wide animal, having no functional brain that could see anything apart from food and sex.

He shook his head rigorously, praying it would fall and break into pieces. He had not even started yet he had failed.

He shook his head again. Instead of it to be cleared, it got filled with memories of how well he had played the simp.

How well he had bowed down to Sandra dictates. She had stopped him from visiting his parents.

How she had succeeded in doing that to him was still beyond him. Till they had passed away, Sandra had taken full custody over them.

And he had allowed it. Why? Because he loved her. It was only at their demise that he had understood the mistake.

Still, he couldn't berate her for it. She was the only one who was rich—publicly rich enough to give them the best medical care.

He had to lay low. It was the best option then. But now he didn't know if it still was. He missed his parents.

They had given him nothing as inheritance but he still loved them.

He still cherished them and wished he could hold them one more time. He wished he could tell them how much he loved them; how much he yearned for their presence.

But it was too late or he had been too stupid, delegating his duty to someone else.

He hated himself for putting his job even before his parents. It had been too risky to connect with them when he was acting the spy.

He hated himself even more for having happily transferred guardianship to her.

But there were fewer options on the table.

Sandra had even quarrelled with him because as their guardian, she had to pay off their debt too, after the death; twenty billion dollars.

A debt he had no knowledge of its origin. His parents were not debtors as far as he could remember.

But that was it. It was only as far as he could remember and that was not very far.

So he had no choice but to be thankful to her.

Even with her many flaws, she stood by him and his family and helped elongate their lifespan

That was one of the reasons he had acted as the submissive husband. He couldn't even regret it in peace.