The Affair Revenge

Chapter 4

Mark POV

I tried my best not to race out the driveway, even though I really wanted to. That way, Eve doesn’t suspect anything.

I tried to have a nice dinner for our anniversary and, of course, she had to ruin it with her assumption about that god d*** card.

I gripped my steering wheel with all my strength, furious at her. She most of grabbed it from my desk earlier, f***! This is why I don’t allow her to send me stuff there. I just have to tell her to stop or something. I just needed a good excuse.

I’ll just make something up and tell my girl not to send it there anymore. I’m tired of Eve’s nagging me about things. Maybe something like, "Our mail room is too crowded with junk lately. I don't want anyone to mistake her card as trash or, even worse, give it to someone else by mistake." And then I'll just tell her we fired the intern who was doing it, stupid kid. I nodded my head to myself. "Yeah, that sounds good." Eve should have just stayed home and occupied herself. I don’t see why she doesn’t go back to being a good little wife like she used to be in the beginning. That is one of the reasons I married her. "D***, she used to listen to good and never complained." Shaking my head at how much Eve has been annoying. Always did what I said. Never had to ask twice. After awhile it’s like she read my mind about stuff . Like we shared brains are something. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife. She always does the right things. I never had to raise my hand or voice at her. She is my best friend, we met so young. It was simple to get her to understand what a wife shall or shall not do.

A wife shall always please her husband!!

Yes, but lately she has been suspecting that something is up. And I’m just so tired of it. A good wife would just ignore the signs and go on with her life. It would be better for us both. But no, she had to bring it up, every chance she gets. "F***ing b****!"I do my job as husband for her and she can’t do hers. I don’t see what is so hard about pleasing her man. At least the s*x is good. It's always like we’re 17 again, when we’re making love. Mmhh that body of hers’s still holding up well. "She is a f***en goddess in bed." Bitting my lips at the thought of my wife in bed. She always knew how to change my mind back then. Just a simple look she gave me was my weakness. Her eyes shine so bright, I blind myself by staring too long at them. If I could marry Eve all over again, I would. Will that if she stays in her lane as a wife shall. No more of these lazy, uptight, assumptions of hers. "I love Eve, but d*** it, woman!"

I am still hoping at times that she will snap back into wife mode and keep our marriage happy. You see a husband does everything to please his wife and making sure she has nothing to worry about. And I do that by making enough money with a great job.I give her everything that her heart desires. I hardly say no to my wife. I want to keep happy. I have a beautiful home in the best town on a great street. That way she can do whatever she likes while I am away. My trips are for me and her home is for her. But lately she seems to have forgotten about that. She thinks all my trips are for work meetings. But that's not all true. There's nothing wrong with a man getting some time to himself. I mean I need it anyway. After working so hard to provide for my SPOILED wife, I deserve some me time.Spoiled and still asking for me for more.If I die anytime now, she will still be draining my life. A few months back, I was taking longer trips. And NO, I am not completely getting away from Eve. Eve just keeps calling and texting me about nonsense, her nonsense. And this is why my trips take longer. I need more time to get myself back to dealing with her needs. Taking care of a wife like her if tough. Especially when it comes down to a woman like Eve, f*** I need a few weeks away from her.

Making my way out the countryside side of town, I finally made it to my spot. My body eased down from the rage building up, because of my wife. I don't want to bring the mood down all because of her. I was still intended to have a good night. The car came to a stop in front of a small townhouse with two rounded bushes. It's dark but you can see the modern look of the house. Putting the car on PARK and all the windows up. Adjusting myself before walking out, looking like I had just got out of the office. Coming back after a long night always drains me out. Now I can enjoy myself better. I grabbed my coat and key and made my way to the door. As I make my way through the door, the smell of a good, old chicken dinner hits me hard. "Mhh delioues."

Ohh how I love coming back to a hot meal. This is all I really ask for, after a long, hard day of work. No assumptions, complaints, yelling, nothing. I close and lock the door behind me as I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. A light spark hit me as I watched the beautiful figure walking towards me.And just like that, I heard the sweetest voice. Welcome home Mark! Welcome f***ing home.