Not long after, Sarah returned, her face pale with panic.
“Michael, why did you come home without telling me? Your phone was off—you nearly scared me to death.”
In their eyes, I was just a poor, pitiful office worker, a useless man who knew nothing.
She wasn’t alone—Linda and Daniel came with her.
Judging from Daniel’s unsatisfied expression, the wine jacuzzi hadn’t been enough for him earlier.
Unable to hold back, he complained in French.
“I told you the loser would come home on his own, but you didn’t believe me. We had to stop halfway.”
“Damn useless fool, such a big man yet still makes others worry about him.”
“Fine. I’ll put him to sleep soon. Don’t worry—I’ll slip sleeping pills into his milk. He’ll be out all night.”
Satisfied, Daniel left.
“Damn, you guys really know how to play! Too bad he doesn’t understand. I’d love to see Michael realize what we were saying about him. That would be even more fun.”
Linda glanced at her phone. “Alright, I’m leaving. You two enjoy yourselves.”
After they left, Sarah put on her loving-wife act again—feeding me dinner, changing my clothes, massaging my back.
I held her hand, still foolish enough to want to give her one last chance.