My Husband Wanted to Elope with His Childhood Sweetheart

I stayed at the coffee shop until afternoon when I had lunch and headed back to the office.

"Good afternoon, Isabella!"

I turned around and realized that Joyce was unexpectedly in our company, and she was dressed as an intern.

She smiled sweetly with a provocative look in her eyes.

I pressed my temper and called the personnel manager, "Did you recruit her?"

"Isabella, she said she's Wesley's sister," The personnel manager said helplessly, "After all, Wesley sent her here in person."

Wesley? We had been married for three years, and he never came to see me.

The first time he came to my company was for Joyce.

I told the personnel manager directly in front of Joyce, "I don't own this company alone, and you should choose someone based on her qualifications. She doesn't meet the company's requirements, so let her leave right now."

Joyce looked pale. "Isabella, you're going to make Wesley upset if you don't let me intern here."

"I don't live by flattering a man," I sneered, "Besides, didn't Wesley say you had an excellent resume? You could have applied for the job on merit."

Joyce bit her lips tightly and lowered her head. The personnel manager told her to hurry up to change her clothes and took her out.

I stayed at the office because it was so awful at home.

A few days later, Wesley and Joyce came back to my door.

Wesley blocked my way on a business trip. "Give me and Joyce twenty thousand dollars for living expenses."

I ignored Wesley and went straight to my car. I had just started the engine when Joyce got right in front of my car.

I braked urgently, rolled down the window, and cursed, "Are you crazy?"

Wesley took the opportunity to grab the window and spit at me. "Who allowed you to talk to Joyce like that? If she gets hurt in any way, I'll cut you into pieces."

Joyce leaned her obese body directly onto the front of my car as she looked over at Wesley and choked with sobs. "Wesley, you don't have to worry about me. Just get it straight with Isabella."

Wesley rolled his eyes. "Joyce and I don't have any more money to live on, so you should transfer the money to us now. The house is too messy right now, so you either need to get someone to clean it up or pay more for us to keep staying in a hotel."

He kept losing money over the years, and he consistently swiped my bank card.

I clearly remembered there were tens of thousands of dollars in there a few days ago.

When I opened the bank program to see the transfer records, I couldn't imagine that not a single penny was left.

As I turned on the home surveillance, I found the living room, bedroom and even the bathroom piled high with take-out containers, food waste and used paper towels, with flies and bedbugs flying around, and the stench almost overflowing the screen.

I couldn't help but retch.

Seeing that I was getting a bit angry, Wesley hastily argued, "It's your house, so you should have been responsible for cleaning it in the first place. If you put my name on the real estate deed now, I can clean it."

I looked over the transfer details. "You guys spend hundreds of dollars a day on food. Are you guys pigs?"

Wesley slapped my backrest in annoyance. "Isabella, don't go too far. You're the sales champion, so you're not lack of money, right? Joyce is a natural big eater, and it's normal for her to eat more since she's had a hard time studying in college."

I sneered, "You can make money to support her, but why are you asking me for money?"

Wesley blushed. "You know my situation, I'm working for my career right now, so I'm in need of financing. How could I owe you money? You should be sensible. Otherwise, when the your stock go up, don't blame me for not warning you."

"I don't need your money, but I won't give you a cent today." I restarted the engine and stared at Joyce ahead of me. "If you really want to die, I'll make it happen today."

Joyce, of course, didn't dare to be serious. She coweringly jumped down, threw herself into Wesley's arms, and cried.

Wesley yelled from behind my car, "Isabella, you're a bitch!"

I looked through the rearview mirror and saw Wesley sitting on the door step with his arm around Joyce after getting angry in place for a while.

Did he want to wait for windfalls?

I contacted my assistant to find a way to get rid of them.

When I returned to the office in the afternoon, the two nasties were no longer at the door.

But I bumped into Joyce when I walked in the front door.

Joyce was unexpectedly dressed as an intern coach again.