I was having an eye-to-eye contest with the woman I just married an hour ago. Ruxell, my assistant, is the woman I married for the sake of my position as the CEO in a hanging thread.

We're currently sitting across each other in the living room with the small center table between us. The table have a folder resting on top of it containing the terms and conditions I created while she’s my wife.

I leaned on the couch where she’s seated as I crossed my arms over my chest, keeping my eyes on my wife. “There are some rules that you must obey while we’re married. Please read it yourself.”

As much as possible, I don’t want her to get on my way, especially whenever I'm with other women. Just because she’s now my wife doesn’t mean that she’ll gets to boss my around like a real wife would do. Not on my watch.