My Bossy CEO Husband

It was Flynn! Her brother-in-law! He was at the entrance of the elevator.

For a man who was about 48 years old, his fashion sense was rather unconventional.

He was wearing a fancy flowery shirt.

Funny enough, his bulging belly looked as though it was pulling the buttons of his shirt apart.

Waist down, he was wearing a pair of big casual shorts and flip-flops.

Wendy had seen Luke wear the similar outfit before, and he looked amazing.

Flynn, however, looked vulgar and ugly.  How could Flynn wear such clothes and be confident in public? That was not all.

His head was shaved that it was completely bald, and a gold chain as thick as a finger was hanging on his neck.

Under his armpit was a black designer bag.

Overall, he looked like a nouveau riche.

When her sister first married this guy, Wendy often went to the Wilson family's house to visit her sister Reese.

But one day, Flynn's mother scolded Reese in front of the whole family, berating her for not making money for the family and for being a freeloader who even always brought her sister, another freeloader, over for dinner.

Because of this, Wendy no longer became friendly nor associated herself with Flynn.  Since then, she did not go there as frequently as before.

Even if she did, she no longer ate there with the family in fear of being reproached.

Fortunately, Reese was kind and supportive of her sister.

She even shouldered Wendy's tuition and occasionally gave her allowance.

Time went by, and Wendy had finally turned into a fine lady.

She met with her sister and Flynn together sometimes.

However, she noticed the lascivious way that Flynn looked at her.

It disgusted her.

Reese knew about it and asked Wendy never to go to the Wilson family's house ever again.

Extreme as it may seem, but Wendy knew that her sister was only protecting her.

In all honesty, she had been meaning to contact her sister after returning from abroad.

However, she never seemed to make up her mind.

would only be

was busy

just another

expected that she would come across Flynn

that time, the elevator was

it was already lunch hour, the elevator was filled with the patients’ relatives and friends carrying takeout foods they had

in their hands, except

that he

moments later, Flynn's phone rang, and he

he raised his voice,

hospital now.Don't worry.I won't get back to that bitch.We've been married for 11 years, yet she hasn't given birth to a child.I've had enough of her! I've been kind enough to keep up with her, but all she’s given me is grief.What an ungrateful woman! Yes, I'll settle the matter successfully this

phone with a

everyone was looking

your damn business! Haven't you heard anyone make a

whom Flynn called a bitch and whore was her sister- Reese!

and his mistress would get

trembling in

married Flynn at a young

just 18 at that

humiliation from the Wilson family

that?! Wendy was

to see him press the button to the

was supposed to go to the top floor, she decided

and entered without even bothering to

quickly followed and walked over

could hear the muffled sound of a quarrel

you look at me like that?! If you dare to kill yourself again, I'll make sure to give you hell.Why did you even do that?! I've served you for 11 years, yet you're still not contented with the life I've given you.And now, you tried to kill yourself in front of me? Enough! If you don't

him to lower his voice so as not to

so and instead

private matter? This is none of your business.Go away!" he

see me with an 18-year-old girl.But you...a woman with no education background, no connections, divorced, and infertile.I'll look

quite a while, yet Wendy still had not

the more offensive his words

seemed that he had no plans of stopping himself

and over again for a long time.You're no longer as decent as you were before.I'm sure only an old, bald man would want to be with you in the future.What a

not have to peek through

to his foul, rotten voice, she could

door open, she heard people's shrieks

what are you

am I doing? I'm going to fuck you! Now that you've asked, the more I think of it, the more displeased I am.Damn it! You're just a woman I bought.You're lucky you got to marry me.How dare you threaten me with suicide?! You're

"Flynn, stop it!"

and you haven't paid me back.And now, you're telling me that