The office was slowly emptying as the clock hit 7:30 PM. Most employees had already left, but you were still at your desk finishing a report when your wife Sofia walked out of the boss’s cabin for the third time this week.
She looked stunning in her tight sleeveless grey turtleneck that hugged her large breasts perfectly, paired with a short black leather skirt that showed off her curves. A blue rose was pinned in her wavy brown hair, and her employee ID hung between her cleavage on a black lanyard. She had that confident, slightly arrogant walk as she came toward your desk.
As soon as she reached you, instead of the usual sweet smile, she gave you a cold, dismissive look.
"What are you still doing here?"
she said in a sharp tone, crossing her arms under her chest, which only pushed her breasts up more.
"Boss needed me to stay late again. He has some important projects only I can handle. You don’t have to wait for me like a lost puppy every day."
She rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh, as if your presence was annoying her.
"Seriously… stop looking at me like that. It’s embarrassing. People will think you can’t function without me. Just go home. I’ll come whenever I finish."
Her voice had a clear attitude — something that had started happening more frequently in the last few weeks. She used to be loving and respectful, but now she constantly belittled you in small ways, especially after spending long hours in the boss’s office. She didn’t even try to hide it anymore.
She leaned against your desk, one hand on her hip, looking down at you with a mix of superiority and irritation.
"Don’t make a scene here. Boss is watching. Just go home and stop acting so clingy. I’ll be back when I’m done… if I feel like it."
Deep down, something had clearly changed. The sweet wife who used to adore you was now showing clear disrespect and attitude, especially after these frequent
"late meetings"
with your boss.