Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“And you? Will you be waiting for me as well?” asked Shane, who never answered her question.

Natalie blushed and tilted her head down. She lied, “Nope, I won’t be waiting for you. I don’t care if you come home or not.”

She hung up immediately after.

Shane stared at his phone. The screen had reverted to the home page by then. He chuckled and put his cell phone away before calling Silas in.

“Mr. Shane,” greeted Silas as he stood in front of the desk.

Shane handed a stack of documents over and instructed, “I need you to deal with these issues. I will be heading home earlier today.”

Silas’ lips parted when he replied, “Understood.”

Huh, this is the first time Mr. Shane takes a step back and assigns me these tasks. Back then, he would act as if he didn’t know if it was his birthday or a public holiday. I knew it. It’s different after one gets married and has someone to celebrate the occasion with.

him. For the first

Natalie put her cell phone away after making

the second floor. “Ms. Smith, are you

into Jacqueline’s eyes before pointing out, “I am his

smile back on and said, “I don’t mean it like that, Ms. Smith. It’s just that… Aren’t you planning on divorcing

my mind, can’t I?” growled Natalie before she crossed her arms and glared over. She then added, “I get to decide whether or not I want a divorce. This has nothing to do with you, so why are you being such a busybody? Oh, I

said, “Ms.

all along?” said Natalie as she pointed at Jacqueline’s heart and added, “We’re the only ones here, so let’s not play this game, shall we? I know why you’re

instinctively trembled as she stared at Natalie

S-She got everything right!

You can lie and hide the truth as much as

added, “You want Shane and me to get a divorce? Then I’ll make sure to do the exact opposite. I will remain married to him even if I die, and I will make it so that the thing you want is right in front of you, but will always be out of reach. I hope it sucks to see but never

lips and

suddenly felt like an evil b*tch