Overtime Torture by My Wife's Assistant

I'm down with a 104-degree fever, so I want to apply for sick leave. But my wife, Nadine Sullivan's assistant, Terrence Lowell, denies my leave and forces me to take on an overtime shift.

"Ms. Sullivan has gone on a trip to a tropical island with her 18th lover. So, I'm the one calling the shots at the company for the time being.

"You're not allowed to leave the company without my permission."

Terrence makes my life difficult on purpose just so he can kiss up to Nadine. That's how he becomes her 19th lover.

Unwilling to accept this fact, I call Nadine on the spot.

But she says to me coldly, "Terrence's word is good as mine. It's just an overtime shift; what else can happen to you? You're so dramatic, Barry."

Disappointment surges into my heart at that moment. "Let's get a divorce."

Nadine just smiles mockingly. "Do you even have the guts to divorce me, Barry Thorpe? All you do is cause trouble nowadays! Don't forget that you still need me to pay for your mom's hospital bills every month!"

As soon as the call is over, Terrence starts a poll in the company's group chat.

"Barry has brought up divorce again. Do you think he'll go through with it or no?"

Nadine quickly votes "no".

But what she doesn't know is that I've already made all preparations to leave her for real.

When everyone heard that I was filing for divorce, the usually silent company group chat erupted into chaos.

"Even if pigs could fly, Barry Thorpe would never file for divorce."

"He always does this every time to get Ms. Sullivan's attention. How childish."

"He's living off his wife, yet he still has the nerve to act up every day. Without Ms. Sullivan, he'd be starving on the streets. Hahaha!"

Everyone in the group voted that the divorce was fake.

Pleased with the outcome, Nadine Sullivan immediately transferred money to everyone in the group.

After thanking her for the money, my colleagues continued mocking me.

I let out a self-deprecating laugh before voting for "Yes, He's Filing For Divorce".

Then I sent a message to the group. "I've already hired a lawyer to draft the divorce papers."

With that, I exited the group chat.

Nadine immediately sent me a message. "What's the meaning of this? Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose? Believe it or not, I could stop paying for your mom's medical bills."

"Go right ahead."

Over the past eight years, Nadine had used this to keep me under her control. She refused to pay me a single cent in salary and even made me eat leftovers and spoiled food in front of everyone.

Nadine even had me select gifts for her lover and forced me to watch them get intimate.

I lived in an unfinished room, slept on cardboard, and was always trying to please Nadine. I was walking on eggshells every day, and I'd had enough of this kind of