Wife on Strike! Beg Harder, Mr. Billionaire! / Chapter 2 CONGRATULATIONS, HUSBAND. YOU'RE ON PROBATION! | 18.18%exhausted but very pleased with himself. He loosened his silk tie, tossed his
that confident, half-apologetic smile that used to make my knees weak. He r
of my high heels, stood up from the dining table, an
e, then down at the table, where the candles had melted do
her in confusion. "Is this about the meeting? I text
ter Isabella posted a lovely photo of you on the family group chat. You loo
contract was signed, the team wanted to grab a quick drink. You know how these things go, Sophie.
ges?" I as
e, completely
an my anniversary dinner just be canceled over text while
king a big deal out of nothing. I told you I'm sorry, and Oliver arranged
necklace? It's lovely. But tell me something, Nathaniel-since you're so good a
ed. "Of course I do. It's... that French
ed two years ago
able. I work sixty hours a week to give you this penthouse, this lifestyle, private jets
n't marry you for your bank account! I married the sweet guy who used to write me terrible love poems on paper napkins. Do you even remember the name I wanted
mfortable. "You chose to he
interrupted. "You got so comfortable having a wife who fixed
te, I'm exhausted, and I have another early board meeting tomorrow. Can we plea
words echoed in my head. It
n, but with a cold, clear realization. I didn't want to shou
tchen counter, and picked up a blank notebook and a pen. I flipped
sed, though a hint of wary curiosity had
Starting tonight, I am of
ieving laugh. "A strike? W
oordinator, or your housekeeper. I will not prepare your meals, I will not select your suits, I will not manage your famil
gure out if I was joking. "And where
guest bedroom. Because I am tired of sharing a bed wit
ight, very funny, Sophie. You proved your point about the anniversary. D
without blinking. "All kissing privileges
rogance finally slipping away. "Are you out of your mi
Nathaniel. A ninety-day rev
. "Ninet
r the next three months, we live under the same roof, but I am not lifting a finger for you. And when those ninety days are over, I wi
yes widened in genuine shock. "Divorce? Have you lost your m
de that for both of us
wedding ring off my finger, and placed it right in the center of the dining table.
ed slightly from his face, and his confident posture completely collapsed.
Put your ring back on.
ist of conditions will be taped to the guest bedroom door. You're free to ignore them, of course
and staircase, trailing behind
terior designer! Start your company tomorrow! I'll double your mo
od boil. I walked straight into the guest room, turned ar
listened to him standing out in the hallway. For a long momen
A new text message from Nat
weetheart, but you'
ribs, aching with how much I still loved him, but my mind was c
ve me a reason not to, because

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