Useless Husband is now a Muti-Billionaire

Chapter Six Sex Life

Adora knocked once and didn’t wait.

Tyler opened the door with a slow smile. “That was fast.”

“I wouldn’t have to come at all if my husband were home doing what he’s told.” She pushed past him and shut the door behind her. “He switched off his phone. He didn’t come home last night. Can you believe that?”

“Maybe he finally got tired.”

“He doesn’t get to be tired.”

Tyler laughed softly and walked to his private cellar. Eight years ago, Adora had walked up to him at a gala and asked him out herself. Tyler, a scientist, developer, and CEO of Tyler & Co., hadn’t needed to be asked twice.

Then her father had come home one evening with news. Adora was to marry the man named in her grandfather’s will.

She had fought it. She had lost. She had married Abel out of obedience, and she had never forgiven him for it. Tyler had never gone away.

“Drink?” he asked, lifting a glass.

“No.” Adora crossed the room and took the glass out of his hand, setting it down. “I want something else. Something only you can give me.”

Tyler’s smile deepened. He closed the cellar door behind them and yanked down his pants. 

***

Abel parked down the road from the Clement estate and kept the engine running.

Five years of marriage had taught him one thing about Adora. If he walked through that door, she would start shouting before he got his shoes off. She would list every sin he had committed, in order. He didn’t have the patience for it, not today.

He was about to drive away when the estate gate swung open.

A white Bentley rolled out. Adora behind the wheel, sunglasses on, her jaw set.

“Oh, good,” Abel murmured.

He waited until the Bentley turned the corner, then drove in.

Half an hour later, he stood in front of the mirror in his best suit. It had been cut for him years ago and worn only twice, on the days he had needed to look respectable for people who still looked straight through him.

“Today,” he told his reflection, “you stop being the useless husband.”

He straightened his tie. Today he became chairman of the biggest energy company in the country.

He left through the same front door he had been taught to use only for deliveries, climbed into the old Corolla, and drove.

***

Northwest Energy occupied a glass skyscraper on the busiest road in the city. Abel parked the Corolla at the curb and stood for a moment looking up at the name on the wall.

This was it.

He walked toward the doors. A security guard in a crisp uniform stood beside them, opening them for people in expensive coats. Abel stepped forward, and the guard’s arm came down across his chest.

“Move aside.”

“I’m here to see the board,” Abel said. “I was asked to come this morning.”

The guard blinked, then laughed. “You? Asked by the board?”

“Yes.”

“In that?” The guard nodded toward the curb, where the old Corolla sat between two spotless black sedans. “Cars like that don’t park at our front door. No one in this building sends for a man like you. Look at you. Cheap suit, rusty car. Leave before I embarrass you.”

He dragged Abel aside by the sleeve. A man in a camel coat approached, and the guard swept the door open for him with a deep bow. “Welcome to Northwest Energy, sir.”

When Abel moved to follow, the door shut in his face.

“Let me in,” Abel said. His voice was firm.

“No.” The guard shoved him back a step and looked him over from head to toe. Then he smirked. “Fine. You say you were sent for? Show me the message. If it’s real, I’ll open the door myself.”

Abel reached into his pocket and took out his phone. It had been switched off since last night.

He held down the button.

The screen lit up, and it began to vibrate in his hand. And it didn’t stop. Sixty-three missed calls. Message after message, all from Adora and Marvin Clement. Somewhere beneath them was the one that would settle this.

The guard leaned in, still smiling.

Abel kept scrolling.