Chapter 7 Exposed Affairs

• Peter
• After adjusting my tie one last time in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but admire my reflection. The ash-colored suit hugged my frame perfectly, and the white tie added just the right touch of sophistication. I looked every bit the successful man I had worked so hard to become. I chuckled, today was going to be a good day—at least, that's what I thought.
• As I turned around, I noticed Nancy standing by the doorway, her arms crossed and a strange expression on her face.
• "Give me a minute, darling. There's something I need to discuss with you," she said, her voice soft but insistent.
• "I'm already late for work, can it not wait?" I asked, grabbing my briefcase and heading toward the door.
• "No, it can’t," she said, her tone firmer now. "The doctor wants to see you today at 8 a.m. It’s about...our infertility issues."
• I froze mid-step and slowly turned to face her with archered brows. "What? Are you joking?"
• "No, Peter. I'm not. Doctor Angela suddenly resigned and the new doctor handling my case discovered there’s a possibility I can still get pregnant. She insisted you come in for a check-up."
• "What are you talking about? Why are you just telling me this now?"
• "I tried to tell you last night, but you came home late and tired," she said, her voice trembling. "The new doctor says there’s hope—she believes I can still conceive, but she needs to see both of us. It’s urgent."
• I sighed frustratingly. "Nancy, I don’t have time for this. Reschedule the appointment."
• "Peter, please," she pleaded, stepping closer. "This could change everything for us. It won’t take more than thirty minutes."
• "Thirty minutes?" I snapped with widened eyes. "Do you think my time isn’t valuable? I can’t waste it on some—"
• "Some stupid meeting?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "Is that what you think this is? We’re talking about starting a family Peter! About having a child and all you care about is work?"
• "Child! Child ! Child ! Is all I hear you say. When will you accept the fact that you're barren and can never have a child" I growled. At that moment, I realized how harsh my words were and regretted saying them.
• The room went silent. I bit my lip as guilt washed over me.
• Nancy's eyes brimmed with tears, her chest heaving as if she was struggling to process what I’d just said. Then, without warning, she slapped me across the face.
• "Who do you think you are to say that to me?" she choked out, her voice trembling with both anger and pain.
• I rubbed my cheek, guilt crashing over me in waves. "I...I’m sorry," I stammered. "I didn’t mean—"
• "Save it," she snapped, her tears now streaming freely. "I’m the fool here—for believing you’d change. For hoping you’d someday see me as your wife and not just someone who’s failed to give you a child."
• "What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.
• Her lips curled into a bitter smile. "You don’t care about this because you’re too busy cheating on me with your personal assistant."
• I staggered backward, her words striking me like a physical blow. How did she know?
• "You’re shocked?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "I know all about your affairs, Peter. I stayed quiet because I thought I didn’t have the right to confront you. But now that the doctor has given me an opportunity, I won't let you ruin it. "
• "What?" I said, my voice rising. "Nancy, you’re being ridiculous."
• "If you don’t go to that hospital today, I’ll destroy you," she said, her voice deadly calm.
• I laughed bitterly. "Are you threatening me now?"
• "Call it whatever you like," she replied, her eyes blazing. " Get in the car, Peter or the whole world will find out about your dirty affairs"
• I clenched my fist in anger. "You'll regret this " I said in between gritted teeth and stormed out of the house.
• As I approached the driveway, my driver jumped out and opened the door for me. I climbed in without a word, my thoughts racing.
• "Drive" I barked.
• How the heck did Nancy find out about my affairs?. Did my personal assistant rat me out?. I must get to the root of this and whomever the whistleblower is will regret ever being born.
• "Is the hospital still far?" I asked, breaking the tense silence.
• "No, sir. We’re almost there," the driver replied.
• Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen.
• "Who could this be?" I muttered, declining the call. But the phone rang again.
• I kept dialing the red button but whomever it was, kept calling so I angrily picked up. " Are you dumb or what?. Why the..?"
• Before I could complete the sentence, a hoarse voice cut me off. "I’m your doom"
• "What?"
• "I’ve slashed your back tires. In a few minutes, your car will flip and you’ll be nothing but a memory," the caller said and let out a loud scary laugh before hanging up.
• I paused as my heartbeat suddenly increased, beating so hard against my ribcage. "Stop the car!" I barked.
• The driver glanced at me, startled. "Sir?"
• "I said stop the damn car!"
• He obeyed, pulling over to the side of the road.
• "Get out and check the tires," I ordered.
• "But sir, I checked them before we left—"
• "I don’t give a damn about your opinion! Get out and check if the tires are okay!" I roared, slamming my fist against the dashboard.
• "O...okay sir" The driver stuttered and scrambled out as I sat there, my chest heaving. My mind raced with numerous questions. Who the heck dare to play such prank on me? Could it be one of my numerous competitors?. Or Nancy?
• Suddenly the wind outside carried the faint sound of rustling, snapping me out of my thoughts.
• “Michael, what’s going on out there?” I called, trying to mask the fear tightening my throat but my voice betrayed me.
• The silence that followed was deafening. My pulse quickened. Something wasn’t right.