“Why the fuck I pay y'all? To fucking live without stress? You are not able to track a person who hides my wife's identities and y'all call yourself a member of Cyber security?” My roar echoed in the office as their heads hung low.

Who the fuck has helped her? And the damn moment my hands are laid off the person he or she is gonna see their death themselves.

“Get the fuck out of my sight, I fire all of you.” And now all I could hear was the rushed sound of footsteps leaving my cabin.

I held a paper weight in my hand and threw that across a glass wall, shattering it into pieces.

The anger in me was making me lose my patience at every fucking cost. Who the fuck can help her man?

And it's been a week since I saw her fully. She has locked herself in her apartment and I know it was because of me. She comes to the balcony and the moment she sees me she shuts her door.