Chapter 6
“How is that possible? Megan’s past proposals were always good. How could this one…” Harley stopped mid–sentence, cutting himself off abruptly.
After vaguely instructing the caller to stabilize the situation for now, he hung up and looked up at me.
“Tiana, didn’t you check the proposal?”
It seemed that he remembered now. After Harley took the project from me and handed it off to Megan, I was always uneasy. Every time, I quietly corrected her countless mistakes until the final proposal was complete.
But each time, Harley would laugh and scold me for meddling, insisting Megan could finish it on her own.
Yet, when problems arose, Harley would shift the blame onto me–complaining I hadn’t checked thoroughly enough and asking how I could have missed such obvious errors.
So this time, I didn’t look at it. Not even once. He said Megan could handle it on her own, so I gave her the opportunity to prove herself.
“No.” I shook my head.
Harley’s brows furrowed.
Just as he was about to lash out, I said calmly, “This was Megan’s project. It wasn’t my responsibility. I had no right and no obligation to interfere.” “But you’re my wife.”
“So what?”
I let out a cold laugh. “Because I’m your wife, I’m supposed to clean up your messes, take your yelling, endure your silent treatment, and stand by while you let everyone mock and bully me?
“As your wife, I stayed home for you, managed your company for you, and tolerated everything until now. I’ve fulfilled my role as a wife.
“But what about you? Have you done anything that deserves the title of husband?”
“You’re claiming I haven’t? What do you mean by that?” Harley shot back.
“Flirting with another woman? Conspiring with her to take my projects just so she could get promoted? That’s what you call being a husband?” I was firm, voice was laced with sarcasm.
and my
This was a side of me Harley had never seen before. He seemed stunned and caught off guard. For a moment, he fell completely silent. He was unable to think of a rebuttal.
He clenched his jaw, trying to say something, then swallowed it back. After a few long minutes, he finally straightened up, putting on the stern authority he used at work
“I don’t want to talk about meaningless things. Whether I’m a good husband or not, I’m still your boss. “This project is work–related. You’re my employee, so the company’s problems are your problems too. “You’re going to handle this project issue. I want it resolved within three days. Otherwise…”
He pulled out his phone. It seemed like he was searching the company’s internal system for my name so he could forward the proposal to me. But after two minutes of searching, he still couldn’t find
- it.
His expression darkened. Eventually, his eyes widened as he asked, “Where are you? Why can’t I find you in the employee directory?”
I couldn’t help but laugh end say, “Did you forget? I already quit.”
