My breath stopped. I picked up the phone and answered. A familiar voice came through.
"Andrew, baby! My mid-year review performance depends on your hard work. My boss praised me today, so I must thank you."
My heart tightened.
She went on, "I heard about that hag coming to inspect everything today. Andrew baby, tell me what’s going on there."
Someone named @DrunkenBianca called my husband Andrew. When the senior staff first met my husband, they would call him Mr. Russell. Not even his close friends called him like that.
Now, the woman hesitated.
"Andrew, baby?"
"Why aren’t you answering?"
"Bad signal?"
The call ended suddenly. My face turned pale as I looked at Andrew, who was still busy in the kitchen. I remembered he had recently liked wine tasting. The company’s project list now included a winery that wasn’t supposed to be there.
I once asked my husband why he changed his plan.
He only said, "If there’s a profit, I want to buy some shares in it, no matter the industry."
Then, he looked at me softly.
"I just want you to become the happiest woman in the world who lives the best life."
My heart filled with heat as if a hand had slapped me, waking me from my fantasy and my ‘happy’ married life.