You had a smile on your face as you watched Bruce eat his dinner. No, you didn’t poison his wine or put glass in his food. You didn’t poison something more. You became the criminal he took down. The money laundering business that you and your friends did made you feel more than a helpless wife.

The image of the obedient housewife didn’t fit you. You didn’t need Bruce’s money and you were tired of the media painting you in that manner. You never asked Bruce to drop a dime for you yet you were swimming in lavish luxury.

You knew that this could possibly ruin the marriage you had with Bruce but you wanted to prove a point. That you didn’t need a man to define who you are and what you’re capable of doing.

Your smile widens as you realized that Bruce had no suspicion of you being out late. Neither did the boys. And if Tim wasn’t suspicious, you were definitely in the clear. “So, how was your day, honey?” Bruce stabs at his piece of steak, putting it in his mouth.