CEO Wife Schedules Our Intimacy by the Minute Chapter 09
Joseph’s POV
I didn’t wait for Cheryl’s response before walking out of my apartment to dine at a nearby restaurant. After sitting down, I took out my phone and opened the live feed from my home security camera,
Cheryl was sitting alone in the kitchen. The table was laid with dishes she made, yet she only sat there with her head bowed, quietly waiting for me to come home.
The sight made my eyes sting. I used to be the one waiting like that, but now that the roles were switched, all I felt was pity for the man I used to be.
After lunch, I stopped by the mall to pick up a few things. By the time I finally got home, the sky was already dark
Cheryl might have left, but the dishes she made were still on the table. She made quite a lot, and I could tell she had put real effort into cooking.
Still, I didn’t take a single bite. I hired a part-time housekeeper to come over and clear everything away.
Over the next few days, Cheryl never showed up again. My life became peaceful at last.
Then, one evening, Henry showed up at my doorstep. He had grown noticeably thinner, his face pale and haggard.
Staggering toward me, he shouted himself hoarse. “Stay away from Cheryl! Stop trying to steal her back! She told me she was mine! How can you take her away from me again?”
I frowned, having no desire to argue with him. I pushed him back toward the doorway. “Please leave.”
Henry seemed triggered. His body jerked violently before he suddenly pounced on me. “Give her back! She’s mine! She said she loved me and me only! She told me everything! How could she still possibly want you?”
When he lifted his head, the emptiness in his eyes was unsettling. Then, he grinned. “I screwed her more times than you ever did. By all logic, she should be with me instead!”
I shoved him away, unable to hide the pity in my eyes. “Are you out of your mind?”
He seemed incapable of hearing a word I was saying. Once again, like a starving wolf, he lunged at me.
Just then, the front door slammed open. Cheryl stormed in and drove the pointed toe of her high heel into Henry’s chest. Thrown backward into the wall, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Frowning, Cheryl grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him toward the door. He clutched at her leg and burst into manic laughter.
“Cheryl, he’ll never want you again-not in this life. But I’m different. I want you. I’m the only one who’ll always I want you!”
She clamped a hand around his throat and threw him out the door with terrifying strength. When she turned back to look at me, her shoulders were shaking.
“It was him, honey. He was the one who seduced me. Please… you have to believe me.”
Outside, Henry pounded frantically on the door. “That’s a lie! That’s not what you said when you told me I was hot! You praised my abs and complimented how firm they were!”
Cheryl hurriedly went back outside and got rid of him. Before long, I couldn’t hear the commotion anymore. After what felt like forever, she came back inside.
“I’ve sent him away,” she said, taking a shaky breath. “Joseph, I really regret everything. The truth is… Every time was with you, I never wanted it to end. Henry kept seducing me and wouldn’t listen to me. Sometimes, I mistook him for you.”
I looked at Cheryl, feeling a wave of disdain like never before.
Henry might have done plenty of unforgivable things, but she had no remorse, pinning every bit of the blame on. him. She acted as though she hadn’t climbed into his bed herself.
“Cheryl…” I said helplessly. “The person who deserves karma the most isn’t Henry or anyone else… It’s you.”
She wanted to argue, but found herself utterly speechless. In the end, she closed her eyes. “Fine. Let’s get divorced.
Our marriage began and ended in the spring. After five years, this was where it led-nowhere.
The day Cheryl and I finalized our divorce, we parted ways at the courthouse. She headed north, while I headed
south.
Some time later, I opened a flower shop. Business was modest, but peaceful.
Meanwhile, Cheryl’s company continued to grow, expanding from the domestic to international markets. I never heard her plans to remarry.
Then, on my birthday the following year, I received an order at the flower shop. The bouquet was addressed to me. Resting on the windowsill was the wedding ring I once wore and threw away.
That was the last time our paths crossed.
The last news I ever heard about Cheryl came much later. She died from overwork, alone in a hotel in a foreign country, at just 33.
By then, none of that mattered to me anymore.
