Chapter 2

"How dare you, Jason!" Scot was furious… enraged. He couldn’t put a name to how he was feeling at the moment and all he could do was charge towards Jason while throwing blows at him.

Scot was devastated, feeling deceived by both his friend and his wife. Scot fought Jason and threw numerous blows at him.

"You bastard... how could you do this to me Jason? How could... how the hell could you do this to us... to our friendship?" He couldn't contain his rage as he smacked Jason across the cheek.

The scream drew the attention of other colleagues as they gathered around to hold Scot. 

Scot was mortified of what his wife had done.

"Ja.. Jane!" He screamed out the name of his wife. 

Tears were rolling down from the eyes of Scot and he still finds it extremely hard to believe that his wife had done such a thing to him.

Scot also find it extremely hard to even call out the name of his wife. 

His heart is breaking into tiny little pieces and it was almost as if a string have been placed inside his heart. 

He was hurt... Deeply hurt. 

 "Jane! How could you?" Scot roared with frustration.

Hot bead of tears were rolling down from his eyes and for a while, he wishes that all that had happened was just a nightmare. 

He need someone to tell him that all this are nightmares and that it isn't real. 

As Scot faced his wife, with rage filled eyes and teeth grinding ferociously against each other. His eyes were bloodshot, and if gaze could kill, then his wife would be dead by now. 

On the other hand, Jane didn’t feel bad about what she did, rather, she blamed Scot for all that had occurred. "Why won't I?" Jane responded. 

She had just criticized Scot for not being able to care for her and meet her requirements. 

The question that his wife had asked him hit him deeply. Her question have torn his scattered piece's of heart into two. 

As his brows were slightly arched, he questioned his wife in disbelief. "But.. but I thought you loved me, Jane?" Scot inquired.

He was scared of asking her about her feeling towards him but still, he went ahead to ask her. 

He needed to confirm that truly she loves him. "I... I thought you love me Jane because no one would ever do such a thing to the person they claim to love." He stuttered while crying 

"Love?" she inquired with a laugh “Look at yourself, aren't you sick of your life? C'mon, your only option should be death. You're already as good as a dead man." Jane jested him and it made Scot more angry.

Scot shook his head in frustration, as he felt misled. He hated to believe her words, but they seem true. 

He deep down knows that he was good as a dead man... or wasn't he?

He shot his eyes for a while while sniffing his nose and with that he open his eyes. 

With bloodshot eyes, he looks at his wife. Deep down, he tried to control his feelings, because all he could think about was strangling her.

Other colleagues were peering out the window. They were blunt and unable to speak.  

Colleagues begin to question themselves at this point, as some of them are aware of what is going on in the office.

"Is that Scot's wife?" some muttered.

"Scot is married?" some inquired.

"Did his wife sleep with our boss?" some said in pity.

"I couldn't believe Scot could marry such a lovely woman and then she cheats on him," another said.

"Oh! Poor Scot.” others said

"Everybody get out!" Jason roared angrily as all of his coworkers murmured in front of him.

Everyone was stunned as they bolted from the office without hesitation.

Scot stare at the ceiling to compose himself but it was quite hard for him to do. 

He gaze at his wife as he pointed his index finger at her. "Even if.... you are damn aware that even if it was my last dime of cash, I always did my best to put food on the table. I always... I always continue to provide for you, so how the hell could you do this to me? How could you do this hur...?" Scot couldn't finish his sentence because he stammered as tears streamed down his cheek.

"Who says you've ever fed me? All of the food on the table was paid for with his money, not yours." Jane yelled, extending her finger at Jason. 

"What?" Scot exclaimed "Since when?" tears continue to stream down his cheek.

Jason was starting to laugh at Scot after his wife embarrassed him so terribly.

"When?" Jane responded angrily. 

"Yeah.” Scot nods.

"Since the day you didn't come home. I saw him in the club, and that's where we met," Jane said confidently, knowing well that her husband couldn't hurt her.

"That night. I slept under the bridge... I slept under the bridge because I was afraid you'd throw me out because I didn't have any money. I have sacrifice a lot for you so please don't do this to me." Scot tries to approach his wife, but Jason tells him not to move an inch. 

"I'm glad you didn't come because I found the perfect man for me, someone capable, unlike you. Did you really think those pennies you have would be enough to take care of me?” she gestures to herself “Take a look at me, I am above your standards,” she hissed.

"Jane, why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve all of this? You already know how much I adore..." Scot comes to a halt after being interrupted by Jane. 

"Love? Don't say such a thing again," Jane moves over to Jason, wrapped her arms around his neck as she demonstrated how much she adored him.

Scot remained deafeningly silent. He was helpless to do anything but cry.

"Honey, what is he still doing here? He has overstayed his welcome." Jane ran her finger across Jason's chest.

"Babe, you understand how unjust this is... you are hurting me deeply Jane and you know that my love is sincere.” He sadly to Jane then turns to Jason.

“I’ll make... I'll make you pay for what you did to me, you made me lose... you have made me loose my wife, you’ll pay Jason." Scot screamed as more tear's flows down from his eye.

"Security!" Jason yelled angrily.

Two hefty security men came into the office and Jason pointed at Scot.

"Get this good and nothing man out of here." the security guard grabbed him and began to push Scot out of the office

"Move," they demanded their voice thick as a bouncer's.