Chapter 46 Chapter 46
Amelia
“You know we are running late, right?” Maxwell’s voice came from behind the door.
“We don’t have to go together, you know!” I shouted back, pushing my phone away in frustration.
“Mom, who are you talking to?” the girls asked almost immediately. I had been on a call with them, just like every morning before they left for school.
“One of my workers,” I replied quickly. “I will talk to you later, okay? Love you.”
Before they could start asking more questions or demanding to see this so-called worker, I ended the call.
I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the room. Maxwell was no longer by the door. Good.
Did we really have to go to the company together? Walking in side by side would only draw attention. What if someone took pictures? What if it got leaked to the media? I wasn’t ready for that. How would I explain to my kids that I am married when the news blows everywhere?”
I made my way down the stairs, Maxwell stood in the living room, waiting patiently, his jacket already on.
“I thought you left already,” I said as I walked toward him.
He rose slowly to his feet, then he stalked toward me, his jaw tight, a deep frown settling heavily on his face.
“I don’t know what you think this is,” he said, his voice sharp with anger. “But this is a real marriage. You either accept your fate, or you continue fooling yourself into thinking there’s an escape.”
I squinted my eyes at him, taken aback by the sudden hostility. “Where is all of this coming from?” I asked, confusion creeping into my voice. “Just because of —-” I paused, pulling out my phone and unlocking it to check the time. “Five minutes late,” I added pointedly.
“Besides, I honestly see no point in why we must go to the company together.”
His gaze turned cold, “Whoever it is you are telling you love,” he said slowly, each word heavy, “whoever you are spending hours talking to on the phone morning and night, I hope they know you are married to me. And soon,” his lips curled slightly, “I will start fucking you day and night until you give me a child.”
So this was what it was about.The calls I made every morning and every night with the girls. He thought I was cheating on him.
I studied his face carefully, the tension in his posture, the anger barely contained beneath the surface. I never imagined jealousy could make a man like Maxwell Sinclair this irrational, this furious.
If jealousy was the weapon that could make him lose control, then I wasn’t going to put it down anytime soon.
“You didn’t think I was single when you forced me to marry you, did you?” I said, a slow smirk spreading across my lips. “Don’t worry. My man understands everything that’s going on, and he has no problem with it.”
His jaw tightened instantly, the muscles ticking as he clenched it hard. “We will see how long he can put up with that,” he said coldly.
Without another word, he turned away from me and stormed out of the house, the door shutting behind him with a sharp sound.
Moments later, Cynthia walked toward me from the kitchen, her expression polite and calm, as always. “Good morning, ma’am,” she said gently. “Here is your lunch.” She handed me a neatly packed lunch, just the way I had requested earlier. “Have a nice day at work.”
“Thanks, Cynthia,” I replied, taking it from her.
I headed outside and immediately saw him standing beside his car, waiting. I sighed inwardly. I had no option but to ride with him.
The last thing I wanted was to start another argument this early in the morning.
The drive to the office was quiet, thick with tension. When we arrived, he wasted no time. He took me straight to the HR department and introduced me, instructing them to put me through everything I needed to know.
I still couldn’t believe it, I really had gone from being a CEO to being a secretary.
My office was moved closer to his, close enough that I could feel his presence even when the door was closed. I sat at my desk, pressing my phone aimlessly for most of the morning, barely paying attention to the time.
Then his personal assistant walked up to me and dropped a large stack of files on my desk.
“The boss said you should work on these,” he said simply.
I nodded and asked him to leave them there.
The moment he walked away, I ignored the files completely. Instead, I picked up my phone and stood up, asking around for a private space somewhere in the building.
I was directed to the top part of the building, a quiet section far away from the busy offices below. By then, the girls would be home already, so I placed a video call to them. The moment their faces appeared on the screen, my shoulders relaxed. We talked and laughed, catching up on their day, and before I realized it, over an hour had passed. Eventually, I ended the call and returned to my office.
When I got to my office, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Maxwell was already there, standing near my desk, his expression dark and furious. He looked up the second I walked in.
“Where the hell have you been since?” he barked, his voice sharp with anger.
“I was taking a call,” I said calmly, lifting my phone and flashing it at him. “Do you need something?” I asked innocently, as if his anger didn’t faze me at all.
“Do I need something?” he repeated, disbelief and irritation clear in his tone. “People have been coming in here, and you weren’t in your office. What about the file I asked you to work on? It hasn’t been delivered, and I have a meeting by three.” He was yelling at me now.
“I am sorry,” I said, folding my arms loosely. “I am not used to sitting down, taking notes, and working on files. It might take weeks, maybe even months for me to adjust.” I paused deliberately. “I honestly wanted to work on the files, but when I opened them, I didn’t understand a single thing. And I didn’t know you needed them for a meeting in less than an hour.”
I spoke sweetly, knowing very well that he could hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice.
He nodded slowly, his lips tightening. “Let’s see how long you are going to keep this shit up,” he said coldly, before turning on his heels and walking out of the office.
I dropped back into my chair and continued scrolling on my phone like nothing had happened. If he knew what was good for him, he would let me return to my company instead of forcing me to sit here pretending to be something I wasn’t.
Time dragged on. Hours passed, and the office grew quieter with each passing minute. One by one, people packed up and left, until the hallway outside my office was almost completely empty. I glanced at the time and sighed. I really wished I had driven my own car this morning instead of riding with him.
Finally, I stood up and walked to his office. I knocked once. No response. I knocked again, harder this time. Still nothing.
His personal assistant had already left for the day, otherwise I would have asked where he went. With no other option, I decided to check the boardroom where he had held his meeting earlier.
When I pushed the door open, I found him there.
He was seated majestically at the head of the table, his head thrown back against the chair as if he were resting or lost in thought. I took a step forward, anger rising, already preparing to curse him out for leaving me stranded.
But before a single word could leave my mouth, a head suddenly lifted from beneath the table.
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