My Wife's New Groom Knelt When I Returned

Stephen's hands held firmly around the clutch of his delivery bicycle as he sped off swiftly towards the gate of the delivery company, his heart racing fast, knowing too well that he had just five more minutes or he could be late for work

Sweats broke out from his face but he could not relent, even for a moment. 

Finally, he caught a glimpse of the company's gate just ahead of him and he let out an air of relief. 

Stephen's bicycle nosed through the gates and sped off to the parking lot.

With a racing heart, he dropped his bicycle, making sure that it was packed at the right spot and his feet swayed towards the door of his boss, and hopefully, for him, it was opened.

"Good day, sir." He greeted with a slight bow as the boss raised his head towards him and a frown hovered on his lips.

His eyes swept through the wall clock. Stephen's eyes skimmed through his eyes and to his relief, he was just in time.

"And what is good about the day you scumbag?" He shot the words back at him

   "You are late for work again?" Stephen's boss thundered at him, his face red hot with anger.

The words shook him to his bones. "But.." He was about to object to his boss raising his hands up and he shut his mouth knowing that another word could get him into trouble.

"I'm sorry sir Clifford, I had to get a few things for my mother-in-law." He accepted the blame for something that he did not do.

The memories of the last time that he tried to argue with his boss were not pleasant for him.

"Isn't it enough that I have to endure your stinking self in the company already? The only reason that I am still keeping you is because this is your only means of survival but that doesn't mean that I am not going to punish you this time." He sneered.

"I'm sorry sir." He apologized with his hands clipped together and his teeth clenching again each other but all his pleading fell on deaf ears.

"And what are you going to do? This is the second time in a week already and as I have told you earlier, you are not going to get paid for being weak." His boss announced it to him.

The words struck him like a flash of lightning as he continued to stare at his boss.

He was just on time for work and besides, he was the only worker who had the weird term for resuming an hour early before every other worker.

He had been treated so badly right from the very first day that he stepped foot in the company. His mother-in-law had said that he was going to be kicked out if he didn't find a job so he had to beg for one.

Sigh.

"But sir. You can do this to me." He tried to object by biting his lower lips.

"Sorry? Did you just object? Are you tired of working here already?"

Stephen clenched his hands but he needed the job. 

"I am sorry sir." He apologized almost immediately with a slight sigh.

"Now get out of my sight. The first delivery is already waiting on the table." He announced to Stephen.

His body pulled away from his boss's office with a slight sigh. 

He had wanted to get his pay that day and prepare something nice for his wife. She was the New CEO of a beauty shop and has been away for a while now on vacation and was supposed to return that day.

"Guess I will have to find an alternative." He thought with another slight sigh.

He held on tightly to the parcel that he held in his hands and from the label on it, he could tell that it was a wedding gown.

From the cost tag on it, he could tell that it cost a fortune so he had to be careful With it.

He walked over to the parking lot and got into his delivery bicycle.

He paddled through the road, always staring at the map that was on his phone. It was hard to navigate because half of the screen was cracked.

Soon, he got to the place where he was to deliver the parcel. 

Stephen got off his bicycle, placing his helmet firmly on it for a while. His hands clutched around the parcel and he walked towards the door and rang the doorbell twice but there was no response.

He waited for a moment before he rang it again but there was still no response from within

He could hear glasses breaking at regular intervals from within and his heart skipped a beat.

"What could be going on in there?" Random thoughts rang through his mind.

Knowing fully well that it was against the rules for someone to go into someone else's house, he hesitated for a while not knowing the action to take.

It seemed as though his head was going to tear apart as he was lost in something that could only be described as a dilemma.

"What should I do now?" He released a lot of air from his windpipe.

Finally, he summoned the courage that he needed to go into the house.

His steps were silent as he survived every single detail of the room.

From the far end, he could see a man ravaging a lady. "Could it be that that man is trying to molest that lady?" He thought in his head.

"I will have to rescue her." He thought again.

His feet went into swift motion almost immediately as he sprang up towards the grown man, pulling away from the lady and crashing a blow into his stomach.

"Ouch." The man groans with his Lips twisted with so much hate and anger.

"You fool. Who are you and what are you doing here?" He heard the man saying but he completely ignored his comments, walking over to the lady to see if she was alright.

"Are you okay?" He was about to inquire but the lady brushed past him and walked over to the man.

"Oh my God Gerald. I am sorry about that." She apologized.

Stephen held his head tightly, seeing that he had made such a terrible mistake.

"What the hell have I done?" He yelled out in his head.

For the first time, he noticed that the aura of the lady was somehow familiar but with her hair scattered all over, he could hardly see her face.

"You fool. What do I have to do." The lady rose from her squatting position and launched towards him, about to slap him.

And for the first time, Stephen got to see the face of the lady. His heart skipped a beat and his face broke up in sweat.

It was Evelyn, his wife who was supposed to be on vacation.

He fell backward, cleaning his eyes multiple times still trying hard not to believe what was before him.

"So, this can certainly not be true." He restored drawing back until he met with the sofa and there was nowhere else for him to go.

He pinched his skin, thinking that it was all a dream but it turned out that it was reality.

"Evelyn?" Was the only word that he could voice out.

"Stephen? What are you doing here?" Evelyn's voice was about to break into a stutter but she gathered back her words.

She was stunned not because she was ashamed of cheating on her husband but because it was rather too sudden.

Stephen's shock soon melted into stalk anger and he stared right into the eyes of the lady that he thought loved him with all his heart.

"Evelyn? Is this the vacation you are on?" He ventured out.