Chapter 1

• Episode 1
• Maxwell
• I got back home tired from the day's job, I didn't think this place was going to be harder than I thought.
• We've just moved to Los Angeles a few months back, due to the transfer I got from work back home. The pay was better and the life here was expensive, but then I knew I could still manage to fit in.
• I groan inwardly, as I slumped on the sofa, closing my eyes, as I longed for my beloved wife to show her face to me or at least even welcome me from the day's job.
• I sigh when instead I heard the greetings of our maid, making me flutter my eyes open instantly.
• I sat upright and stare at her, as she took my briefcase from the floor close to my legs when the first words that flew from my mouth was me asking about the whereabouts of my wife.
• "Where is my wife?" I questioned again this time trying to sound calm, but the maid could already feel the annoyance in my voice.
• She went out late with her rich friends, this "tome she stated it was a charity program they were attending," she explained as possible as she can.
• She knew how things were for the both of us since she started to work for us. My wife happens to be the problem, as though she wasn't willing to just accept to compromise because of me.
• I sighed as I helped myself up, as I sluggishly walked upstairs to our room. I turned around as if remembering something when my eyes locked with my maid, as if understanding what I meant, she smiled at me, nodding her head affirmatively causing me to breathe out in relief.
• "Good thing Skyler is asleep", I mutter and pushed the door open to his room.
• After dragging my feet, for heaven knows when I was nod walked to the bathroom to have my bath. I needed to feel the water on my skin, maybe then I'll be able to at least try not to think about my wife and just get some rest.
• A few minutes later, I was done bathing and had immediately gotten myself all dressed up in my pajamas. I chuckled and held onto my stomach when I felt it growled making me remember that I had barely eaten anything solid all day due to my busy schedule.
• I slowly walked back to the sitting room, when I made my way and walked to the dining realizing that, Joyce had done a good job getting my food ready and already served. Without thinking twice, I got myself seated and I began to munch on them in delight...
• Gosh, she was an angel to me in disguise, Linda had a long time ago stopped making any meal for me, it's a good thing I had seen that on time and quickly went in search of a maid.
• Writer...
• Shaking the thought away from his head, he continue to devour the food in ecstasy without caring at the number of times he had heard Joyce chuckle due to how fast he was eating.
• Oh, child now takes it easy, she said and patted his back, making him smile at her. She was around the age of his mother and he had always had this warm feeling for her since she applied to work for them.
• Once he was done, Maxwell took it upon himself to wait up for his wife as it was already too late. He was clearly a bit worried, bye he decided to wave it off as he agreed his wife would definitely be able to take care of herself on her own.
• He was slowly beginning to doze off, even though he had put on his favorite tv show, WWE wrestlers, to at least keep himself up till she return home.
• "Child, I think you should go to bed and sleep, you're already tired from today's job and you definitely have to be at the office tomorrow," she explained to him, making lot of sense but Maxwell didn't bugle a bit. He was so adamant about staying up till his wife at least return and gives him a reason why she has to stay out late.
• "Don't worry, you just go to bed, I'll just be here a few minutes more, okay," he said flashing her a reassuring smile, before watching her leave his presence...
• An hour later, he heard the sounds of their door and the muttering sounds of his wife. His eyes were still shut as he struggled and get them opened forcefully when his eyes landed on the two guys who helped dragged his wife and key her on the sofa.
• "Who the hell are you two? And why the heck was you both holding my wife?" He screamed at the two big guys, who had pretended not to have heard him, as they both made their way for the door.
• "Bye, bye cuties," he heard his wife say and giggled, as she was still lay on the sofa.
• 'What the heck was happening, it was clear his wife was drunk, but he clearly couldn't understand what was happening in front of him. Who are these people and how were they connected to his beloved wife?' he questioned himself and immediately rushed to where she was lying.
• "Linda, where in god's name are you coming from?, And who the hell was those guys?" He questioned again, shaking her as she just stare at him and giggled like a little child who had just seen Santa Claus
• Dear husband was the only words that came out of her mouth. She used her hands and begin to trace her fingers from his forehead down to his lips staring at him and continue giggling to herself.
• I can't understand why you chose to behave this Ill-mannered, damnit you're married and you can't come home late or even get drunk. What the hell were you thinking Linda? He asked even though he knew she was drunk and he probably wouldn't get any answers from her.
• "Answer me Linda", who were they, he questioned again shaking her hands vigorously.....
• "Playmate," she said and squeal like a child making him gasp in shock.