Destroying her only link to him

TOM'S POV

"Get off the road, you nasty bugger!" Someone yelled as he drove past me.

"You too, you damned piece of shit!" I retorted, lowering my window to flip him the middle finger.

It was great to be back home. New York had always been that way. You spend so much time in it that you start to hate the place. A week's vacation was all I needed to see it all from a different perspective.

Paris was great and all, but at least I get to cuss at people in English now and get a reply I can understand. French could be a beautiful language and shit, but I never know if those bastards are cussing me out or complimenting me. It's usually a gamble to decide which it was.

Cruising down the road, I tried to plan the rest of my day in my head. I was tired, and jet lagged as hell, but I had to have a meeting with the board, inform them about the success I made in France, and then move on to the next thing on our list.

The greatest thing, if I could add. If I could manage to score with this particular investor in mind and urge him to invest fully, a whopping fifty percent in the business, then I was sure to hit the top fifty billionaires on the continent. And wouldn't that be awesome?

I grinned as the idea played in my head. I couldn't wait to have that much money. And, of course, the women were sure to follow. Where there was money, there were women. That enough was clear. I'd be so rich, Eve would not have an excuse to leave me.

Eve.

Her face had been pretty swollen. If I hadn't forced her to use the ice pack before we left France, she most likely would have paraded that bruise for all to see. Such an idiot. If she hadn't provoked me, I never would have laid hands on her. She ought to know that.

I was her husband. When a woman made a foolish decision, it was her husband's responsibility to clean up after her. That was all I did. If she continued to provoke me, then she ought to be ready to face whatever happened.

But she wasn't happy.

She had been unbearably silent throughout the entire plane ride and then the car ride home. All she had done was nod and shake her head like some docile queen. She had to be the weakest wimp I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. All you had to do was dish her a slap, and she would be as mute as a lamb.

But those eyes, those damned blue eyes, they had a knack of making me look like a monster. I hated that shit. She would look at me with those watery blue eyes, and my chest would tighten like I had swallowed the wrong type of pill.

Normally, I wouldn't give a damn, but I would need her tonight. I wasn't in the mood for New York women and I sure as hell couldn't go back to France tonight for some French pussy so of course, I was stuck with that of my wife. Not exactly my first choice.

So of course I would have to find a way to appease her if I wanted things to go my way.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I glanced at the passenger's seat, where she had sat some time ago. Annoying bitch. Now I had to waste money on her. I gritted my teeth and looked away when something caught my gaze.

Eve's phone.

It had almost slipped into the cushion spaces of the car. She must have forgotten all about it when she stepped out of the car like the dumbass she was. Tsking, I shook my head and retrieved the phone, wiping through it as I drove.

It had a password.

A damned password.

"What the hell?"

How dare she?! What was she trying to hide from me? A flash of her swearing she hadn't gone to cheat flitted through my head and I frowned.

She could be lying. What if she was? Why did she come home so late in the morning? Some things didn't add up and never had my intuition failed me.

I glared at the phone in my hands, shaking visibly in anger as I remembered the black card I had seen. I had torn it to pieces and tossed it in the trash but how do I know, she didn't have it on her phone?

Or how do I know the bastard who gave her that card would not contact her?

She could be saying the truth and shit, but I couldn't take any chances. I wasn't stupid. I would never allow anyone to take Eve from me. She belonged to me. She was mine! If there was a possibility that someone was after my wife, I was going to destroy that possibility.

I would break it to bits!

My phone rang, displaying my secretary's number. Lauren. All the heads of the department must have arrived.

"Hello Lauren," I grunted, picking up the call.

"Mr Harrison, where are you? Everyone is here!" She said hurriedly. I could hear the clicking of her heels in the background. She must be on her way to the boardroom.

"Almost there, Lauren," I informed her as I drove into the car park of Harrison Company. My baby. "Give me five minutes,"

As I killed the ignition, I eyed Eve's phone in my hands. What do I do about the damned device?

"Lauren?"

"Yes, sir?" She replied.

"Get me a hammer, will you?"

"Huh... why should I-"

"Just do as I say, dammit!" I snapped, making my way out of my car.

"Yes, sir," She replied, and I ended the call, grinning in satisfaction. At least now I knew what to get to appease Eve.

The meeting went quite well. We had made considerable progress. With a few more investments and all the hard work from our publicity and graphics team, Harrison Company was sure to rise through the ranks.

I was so damn ready for that!

When I had proposed to marry Eve years ago, especially right after our high school, it had been to make sure she would always be mine when I go to college. But it had also been to put that business brain and body of hers to use.

She excelled a lot in bringing up different business ideas. Eve had helped the drama club sell out tickets for a Swan Lake show, and everyone had seen a million times in one day. She was on every event planning committee, and if they got over how soft-spoken she was and listened, she always had banging ideas.

I realized early that she was perfect for me. A good businessman always thought ten thousand steps ahead, didn't he?

It has always been my lifelong dream to start a company. Eve had sworn to support me through it all, and of course, like the gentleman I was, I made sure she followed through with her promise.

When we started, we needed publicity to grow. I was desperate to do anything. Bad publicity was also publicity. Any form of it was fine, and I had put Eve to good use.

Now all her hard work, all the dates with old sleazy investors, and endless toiling in the sun, sharing flyers about my company, were about to pay off.

The least I could do was get her a new phone.

I chuckled as I waltzed into a phone store, spinning my keys on one finger. Her previous phone lay in my trash can at the office, broken to bits with my hammer. I couldn't have her growing wild on me. The sooner I reminded her of her place, the sweeter our marriage would be.

"Good day sir, how may I be of service?" One of the sales clerks approached me as soon as I reached their front desk. She was dressed in some ridiculous yellow office garb and didn't look a day over eighteen.

"Where are your expensive phones?" I asked, arching a brow at her.

"What do you have in mind, sir?" She said defiantly, and I resisted the urge to snarl. Wouldn't it be such a joy to break such a defiant spirit? It was a pity then that I had a wife.

"I'd like to get something for my wife, so I'll need something classy yet elegant,"

I watched the sales clerk's face brighten up at my words. Her cheeks stained red, and somewhere in the store, someone went all "Aww." I ignored them, focusing solely on the teenage girl before me. The badge on her shirt read Martha.

"So what is it gonna be, Martha?" I asked, folding my arms. "Will you sell me a phone, or do you intend to stand and stare all day?"

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