I chuckled lightly, "Troy, there's no need for this. We …" before I could finish saying 'should divorce,' another message came from Louise.
A video this time: In the rain, she was soaking wet, her body alluring, while several men with ill intentions loomed behind her.
Through tears, she pleaded, "Mr. Angelo, come save me! They've been following me …"
Troy's expression changed drastically, "Felicia, I need to step out for a bit!"
I smiled, "It's fine, saving a life comes first. Go to her."
Grateful, he cast me a quick glance and rushed out without even grabbing a coat. Meanwhile, I simply lowered my head and continued painting.
I had grown accustomed to these occurrences, which had happened far too often.
When he returned, it was already past midnight. By then, I had framed my finished painting and was fast asleep.
Half-asleep, I felt him gently embrace me, "Felicia, I know you're upset today, aren't you? Don't worry. I've decided to fire Louise. Once I've handed over my responsibilities at the company, I'll devote myself fully to staying home with you during your pregnancy. How does that sound?"