Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 104: Her Future Plans

Chapter 104: Her Future Plans

"Is this the tone you use on me, DeAngelo?" Mrs. Murphy asked. "You used to be a lot more polite in the past. Has the money got your manners; Not that you had any... You were worse than that dried fish anyway."

Marcella stood firmly and watched as Mrs. Murphy spouted out those vile words with a conceited scoff to finish it all up.

Dried fish? Is she calling my sister dried fish?

"Yes, the money got to my head. So what?" Marcella asked. "I can turn you into a sausage if I want to. All I have to do is say it."

Mrs. Murphy’s face paled. "Is this your manners?"

"Yeah, you were right always. I need to learn my manners. I cannot be late for work," she turned to leave.

"How is the little boy doing?" Mrs. Murphy asked. Her voice broke as she asked about little Joey.

Marcella wanted to walk away but then she didn’t want to do the same thing Mrs. Murphy did to her in the past. She knew how much it hurt to be not allowed to talk to the one you love.

Little Joey is Mrs. Murphy’s grandson. She helped raise him for a month and she would want to know about him. Maybe she was just happy, she didn’t want to put Mrs. Murphy through the same misery she put her through by not allowing her to talk to her sister.

"He is good. He’s gained some weight. He smiles a lot. He tries to grab things and~"

"You are so full of yourself, aren’t you?" Mrs. Murphy gritted her teeth. "It must feel so good to feel powerful by holding him back from me, huh?" Mrs. Murphy said.

The entrance to her building was crowded and Mrs. Murphy’s loud voice attracted the attention of some. Marcella recognized a few of her colleagues. She did not like the attention. But she didn’t want to let that woman go without telling her what she truly felt.

"Is that what you were thinking when you made me beg to talk to my sister?" Marcella took a step forward. She fisted her hands. "That day I was begging you to ask you about my sister. You didn’t. You didn’t and my sister was getting tortured because you couldn’t..." Marcella released her fists and let out a deep breath.

"Do not test my patience, Mrs. Murphy. The only reason I am holding back now is not because you are making my colleagues stare at me. It’s because you are the woman who gave birth to your husband. The man you had an affair with wouldn’t want your secret out, would you? He still hasn’t acknowledged his son. Do not think I won’t bring you down with me if you try to push me down," she said with a glare.

Mrs. Murphy saw the malicious glare of Marcella and staggered back. She not only inherited her father’s immense wealth; She inherited his menacing stare too.

"That’s not it, honey..." Mrs. Murphy softened her voice and her eyes got misted as if a switch got turned on somewhere in her brain. "I just... I just want to have a look at my grandson... It’s... I’m sorry I didn’t express my wish properly. I just want to see my~"

"Talk to my husband," Marcella interjected her. "Whatever you have to say, say to him. I’ll listen to what he decides," Marcella said.

Mrs. Murphy was tongue-tied. She opened her mouth to say something and Marcella didn’t wait to listen to her.

"Wait...Marcella!"

Marcella didn’t stop and got inside the office building.

"Whoa! Who was that you were talking to earlier?" Gloria asked. "I didn’t know if I should interfere. You looked like you were handling it and so I didn’t interfere," she said.

"She’s..." Marcella shrugged. She didn’t know how to explain it to her. "It’s complicated..."

"Guess what?" Gloria scooted closer to Marcella. "Mr. Butler gave me the good news last night. He was stoked!"

"The good news?" Marcella raised her brows.

"His gun shop’s license was approved. He said he’d bring me for house hunting this weekend. I’ve been thinking, Mars..." Gloria bowed her head and played with her skirt.

"What is it?" Marcella asked. She was worried that it might be something bad judging by her reaction.

"No, never mind..." Gloria patted Marcella’s hand. "It’s nothing..."

"Glo, you will tell me if there is something bothering you, right?" Marcella asked. "Know that I’ll~"

"Silly!" Gloria slapped her thigh playfully. "It’s not that serious. I just... I am thinking of quitting my job. I mean, I want to start a family and if we move to the suburbs, I... This job doesn’t pay that much for me to travel each day and... I don’t have many aspirations to get to a managerial position or to change jobs that might pay more... I haven’t talked to my husband yet, but I don’t think he will mind it if I quit. He’s... What? Are you crying?" Gloria stopped seeing Marcella’s eyes getting clouded.

"What will I do if you leave?" Marcella asked.

"Oh, stop acting like a brat, woman! Get a hold of yourself? It’s not like you’re planning on working forever!" Gloria curled her lips.

"I am planning on..." Marcella’s voice trailed.

Is she going to work here forever?

No, right...

"Start thinking about your future, little fool!" Gloria flicked her forehead. "You’re married. Time to grow up."

Their supervisor came around to make the rounds and Gloria quickly got to her place. They started working. Marcella looked around. Everyone was doing their job. She too was doing her job without much struggle as she was so used to it.

But she realized that she didn’t like the job very much. Because if she liked something, she never got satisfied doing it the same way forever. She’s been doing it the same way for almost a year and she is almost bored.

She pushed herself to come to work because she needed to pay the bills. Now that she has millions to her name, does she need this job? It’s not like she’s irreplaceable. If she leaves, at least a hundred women will line up for her job the very next day.

But what else can she do? She can stay at home and raise her family. She would love that.

But then she remembered Tony talking to her about female empowerment and equality and other stuff like that. Will he like it if she stays home?

But then, if he wants to run a campaign, he would appreciate a stay-at-home wife, right? Or will it help him if he sets an example by having a wife who is a career woman?

Antony Crawford is the only politician who truly strives for equality. He shows the way...

If people say stuff like that about him, it would do him good politically.

Choice? Choice? Do women have a choice anymore? Women are fighting for equality and is there a choice for them anymore? In the future, women who opt to stay at home will be mocked for not being empowered. It would be assumed that they are suffering under their terrible husbands who don’t want them to be free.

But is being empowered well? Don’t women serve another man in their office? Why not serve their husbands? And being a stay-at-home mother is not a terrible thing, is it?

They don’t have to struggle in the morning rush-hour traffic. They can send off their husbands and children and sit on the couch with a glass of wine and a book of their choice and have a nap. With technological development, in the future, there will be machines for everything and they won’t even have to work much. All they have to do is prepare dinner and fold the laundry.

It’s good women have the right to vote and they can open their bank accounts. Maybe this fight for equality will bring out something good. Who knows? She’s not the smartest person. She might be wrong. Maybe women would like working and having to spend the money they earn.

Marcella sighed.

She wanted nothing of that. She wanted to stay at home with a glass of wine and watch TV the whole day or just spend her husband’s money in spas or wellness gyms.

Her husband is earning well and her father has left her a hefty inheritance. Why should she suffer for the sake of "women’s empowerment"?

She sighed.

I’m so pathetic. I am almost thirty and I have no idea what I am doing with my life.

Her eyes ended up on the calendar.

Oh shit! Is today Wednesday? I haven’t confirmed my meeting with John Emerson yet.

Marcella searched for his card. She sighed seeing his card as she remembered Tony hiding stuff from her. She leaned back on the chair. Closing her eyes, she could only remember the smile on his face and her body warmed up thinking of the intimacy they shared last night.

I trust him. I trust him... I trust my husband...

She called John Emerson and he told her that the plan was on. He told her that he would come pick her up in her office at five.

On one side she thought that something might go wrong but on the other side, she had no fear.

I have Tony by my side. I don’t have to be afraid of some FBI agents!

She called Tony to remind him about the meeting. He was not at the office so she left a message. At five p.m. sharp, John came to her office. Marcella took in a deep breath and followed him.

Here goes nothing!