Bonus for Another

Seven years into my marriage, my wife’s assistant Jonah Johnson showed off a multi-million dollar racecar on his social media. The caption was, “I love my job, but I love my boss even more!”

As soon as I liked his post, I was blocked from it.

My wife immediately called to yell at me. “Jonah just signed a huge contract, so I gave him a little reward. Did you have to scold him on social media over something like that? Don’t push your limits just because I’m kind to you!”

I heard Jonah blaming himself and my wife Nia comforting him on the other side of the phone. Before I could say anything else, she hung up on me and blocked my number.

The next instant, Jonah posted a screenshot of a million-dollar transfer. I knew that was Nia’s way of consoling and compensating him.

This time, however, I did not care anymore.

When Nia found me, I was just leaving the company after a day’s work.

I had just undergone a heart bypass surgery, so I was supposed to be resting on doctor’s orders, but I still dove straight into work after I was discharged.

Today was my seventh wedding anniversary with Nia. That was also why I left the hospital early.

After I booked a high-class restaurant to surprise her, however, I called her and found out my number had been blocked.

As I was going through my phone in frustration, I suddenly saw Jonah’s Instagram story. It included a picture of a multi-million dollar luxury car, and the caption, “I love my job, but I love my boss even more!”

He obviously could not afford that car on his salary.

I smiled exasperatedly. It was obvious that Nia bought it for him.

The moment I liked the story, though, he blocked it. The next second, Nia called to yell at me.

“Jonah just signed a huge contract, so I gave him a little reward. Did you have to scold him on Instagram over something like that? Don’t push your limits just because I’m kind to you!”

I heard Jonah blaming himself and my wife Nia comforting him on the other side of the phone. Before I could say anything else, she hung up on me and blocked my number.

I laughed self-deprecatingly. After so many years of marriage, Nia should know my character by now, even if she did not love me. Would I ever stoop so low as to insult Jonah online?

The next instant, Jonah posted a screenshot of a million-dollar transfer. I knew that was Nia’s way of consoling and compensating him.

This time, however, I did not care anymore. She could misunderstand me however she liked. It did not matter.

In a manner of speaking, I might have to thank Jonah. If it were not for him, I would not have known where Nia went.

To distract myself, I had gone back to the office to work overtime, trying to numb myself with