Chapter 3After I Died for My Wife's Brother, She Went Mad

The turning point happened during our first argument.

At that time, there was a new project in my company and I was specifically asked me to be the team leader, who was responsible for overall coordination work.

The leader even hinted that if this project went smoothly, I might have the opportunity to be promoted to the management level by the end of the year.

I was thrilled and more determined to seize this opportunity.

After all, I also wanted to show those who looked down on me that although I didn't have the wealth they had, I still had the ability to provide a good life for my wife.

I started endless overtime work, even eating and sleeping at the company. Finally, after several all-nighters, the project was completed perfectly.

Before I had a chance to tell my wife the good news, she got angry with me first.

It was a routine physical examination, and I didn't think much of it.

Since I got married to my wife, she had been regularly checking my physical health, with a small check every half month and a big check every month.

This time, the examination report showed that I had some high blood pressure, and I was used to it, after all, we all had some minor illnesses as programmers, but I didn't expect my wife, who was usually gentle and caring, to get angry.

"Joseph Louise, can't you pay attention to your own health?

"Your health is not only yours, it's also mine. What if something happens to you?"

With a crying tone, she scolded me and I held her tenderly in my arms, repeatedly assuring her that there wouldn't be next time, which finally calmed her down.

In the evening, my wife brought me milk, but I accidentally spilled it.

When I lay in bed pretending to sleep, I heard my wife murmuring to herself.

"Brother, I will never allow anything bad to your heart... Just wait a little longer, and you will be back soon. "

I lay stiffly in bed, unable to move.

There was a sound of the door, and my wife walked out.

I opened my eyes, stared at the pattern on the door and remained motionless.

It turned out that my wife had never slept beside me all these days.

Every morning when she woke me up, I would playfully try to hold her and sleep a little longer, but she always managed to avoid me.

I thought it was her self-discipline, but now I realized it was just an excuse for her to avoid contact with me.

I started to have bouts of insomnia, and even used overtime at work as an excuse to stay in the office all day and numb myself with work.

Until Zoila came to my office looking angry and told me to go home and rest.

My heart was touched again.

If there is no love, why did she marry me?

I kept numbing myself and gradually started to believe that there was love between us.

I willingly sank into the love vortex woven by Zoila.

I wanted to take a gamble and see what position I was in Zoila Jenkins's heart.