Margot continued playing as Harry’s good wife. She woke up at dawn to prepare everything her husband needed before going to work. She served him like a housemaid, making sure he got the best treatment. But behind Margot’s faithful act, was a broken-hearted wife who was waiting in the dark to strike back.
“The breakfast is excellent. We don’t even need to hire a chef to cook for us,” Harry complimented after having his daily delicious breakfast.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Margot smiled and wiped her husband’s lips with a napkin. “So, does this mean you’re having dinner with me tonight? You have no idea how lonely I can get when I’m alone in the house, Honey… Especially at night when it’s cold,” she hinted to him while gently rubbing the side of her neck.
Harry’s breath hitched. He was us
