In the elevator, I wondered if my precious malishka has already arrived here at my office. Once I’m at the ground floor, I saw her being stopped by the receptionist, saying she can’t get inside to meet me.

I also watched as the woman sneered at my wife, not giving her a moment to explain her true identity of being my second wife, making my blood boil.

And so, I wrapped my arms around her, glaring coldly at the woman in front of us. “Talk to my wife like that again and see what will happen.”