My Wife is a Sassy Queen

James arrived home to find his parents having a serious discussion at the breakfast table.

Mrs. Miller was shocked to see James so disheveled.

“What happened?” She anxiously asked.

“It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged it off, stepping away from her touch.

Mrs. Miller felt electrocuted. Never had her son treated her so indifferently.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He went up to his room and hastily packed some of his things. He chose the things that meant something to him rather than things he used or needed.

He was rich; he could always buy stuff. But some things were priceless the way some people were irreplaceable. It took losing Mariana and his child to realize that.

Mr. and Mrs. Miller were stunned to see James coming back carrying his luggage.

“What do you think you are doing?” Mr. Miller asked. He could not take the blatant disrespect.

“I am old enough to live by myself and make my own decisions,” James emotionlessly replied as if his heart was dead. He felt like that.

“James, don’t be like that. A woman is not worth it. Let’s talk,” Mrs. Miller tried to convince.

She did not realize she was using all the wrong words.

“She is worth everything in the world. I am the bastard who does not deserve her.”

James looked at his mother and said with conviction.

“Are you being threatened? That girl might be bluffing. Moreover, Jonathan is your childhood friend; you don’t have to feel pressured. The Mosses will help you as well. Don’t take drastic actions.” She tried to convince him.

James just shook his head.

He bypassed his mother and started walking away.

“If you leave today, don’t think of coming back. You are nothing if not a Miller. If I can make you CEO of the Millers, I can take away your position as well.”

Mr. Miller threatened his son. Usually, it would work.

But last night, James had grown up to understand what Jonathan had been trying to tell him for weeks. It had been a harsh lesson at the cost of heavy losses, but he understood many things now. He knew the words, of course, but it had not sunk in before.

James had realized that some people were more precious than all vanity. His pride, money, position, wins, ego, image, and feelings did not matter if he had no one special by his side.

How could his emotions amount to anything when the other person could not feel them?

When Jonathan told him that Mariana wasn’t aware of his feelings for her, he had gaped at him for a long time. But Jonathan had remained stoic, and he had to admit it was the truth.

With that admission came the realization that he had never treated Mariana right. He only took and took from her. He got his amusement, got to kiss and bed her, rile her up and annoy her. But he never won her heart. When he was falling for her, she was waiting for the farce between them to end.

And what an irony that it did end!

He ended it, and when the god had given him a chance to prove himself one last time, he had let her down.

James did not even hesitate at his father’s words. He left without turning back.

James drove his private car to his apartment.

James and Jonathan had started a business when they were in college as a joke. Both their family members were cold-hearted and treated them as tools rather than someone to love.

They had joked that they should have a backup because their prestigious family would not back them up.

Between cruel jokes, bets, and part-time gigs – they had opened an auto parts store.

It surprisingly worked well. And ten years later, it had multiple branches.

With his private money, James had bought a car and an apartment. He had made small investments here and there without making his presence known.

James moved to an apartment that nobody knew he owned. He had secretly bought it a few years back.

He took a shower and got changed. He forced himself to eat something as he had to plan his revenge.