Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Tim’s eyes were as cold as a viper’s when he heard what Tina had said, but he kept his voice light as he countered gently, “There is no need to kill her; sometimes living can be far more torturous than death.” “What does that mean?” Tina frowned on the other line, obviously displeased to hear that he refused to kill Sonia. The white light refracted off Tim’s glasses as he explained with forced patience, “What I mean is that we could rustle up a couple of men to ruin her completely while recording the process. That way, the child she’s carrying will be as good as gone, and she would be so agonized that she’d beg for death.” Tina lit up at this. “You’re right. Killing her would be doing her a favor, so we might as well let her suffer in purgatory for the rest of her life.

I must say the plan is a very appealing one indeed.” When all was over and done with, Toby wouldn’t think about loving a tainted and ruined Sonia anymore, even if he were to discover that she was Maple. Sonia’s life, on the other hand, would be completely destroyed. She would never be able to keep her head high in society anymore, and she would live the rest of her days being ostracized by everyone. Even Paradigm Co. would become the laughingstock of the industry because of her disgrace. Indeed, killing her would be too easy on her, especially when she deserves far worse punishments than death. Tina was practically trembling with twisted anticipation as the thought cemented in her mind.

On the other line, Tim mused with a dark and unreadable expression, “Am I right to presume you’re on board with the idea?” “Yes.” Tina nodded decisively. She was much more than agreeable to the idea; she could hardly wait to see it come to fruition! Seized with newfound excitement, she urged, “When do you plan on striking?” “Tomorrow. Would you like to come over and see the plan in action?” Tim asked slowly as he turned his scalpel this way and that. Tina looked dazed for a moment, then deviously smiled as she quipped, “Of course. I want to see Sonia dragged into prison personally!” Bored, Tim flicked his thumb against the edge of the blade of his scalpel and drawled, “Very well. I’ll lure Sonia over to Bay Street tomorrow.

nose, and before she could stop herself, she let out a sneeze. Toby placed a cup of tea in front of her and asked casually, “Feeling cold?” “I’m fine,” Sonia replied, sniffing as she drew her fitted blazer tighter around herself. The thermostat in the office had been turned on. The temperature was fine, but there was a moment earlier when Sonia had felt

done the same thing if she were in his shoes. Presently, Toby hummed in response and made no other remark, then set the thermostat remote aside before taking up his seat next to her. As he did so,

she no longer felt the butterflies in her stomach as she once had. The peppermint scent was still there, but the boy she liked was a whole different person now.

over a decade, and he never stopped because it was Maple’s favorite. This was the first time anyone had told him so forthrightly that the scent did not become him. Also, what’s with that look she gave me? If I saw correctly, it was almost like she was seeing some other person through me. I wonder who that person could be. Was it Charles or Carl? When Sonia felt the air around them grow cold and heavy, her brows knitted together. Is he mad about what I just told him? At the thought of this, she managed an embarrassed smile and said flippantly, “I’m sorry, President Fuller. I spoke out of turn earlier.

A small laugh escaped her as she said, “Well, then. Since you asked, I’m going to tell you outright that the scent doesn’t suit you anymore.” “What do you mean ‘anymore’?” He narrowed his eyes at her skeptically, feeling as

points better now.” Even she had to admit that he was a capable teacher. He had managed to put the concept of alternative energy into simple terms