Having to work as a writing editor is the most interesting thing to ever happen to me. I never thought I’d have this happiest part of my life. My so-called marriage was going well; no drama, no problems whatsoever and I was killing at work it couldn’t be any better. “I’ll see you after work” I said to Felix “Wait. A friend of mine is having a party tonight and we’ll be going over for it” he said with a warm tone “We’ll be going shopping so I’ll come get you later on. I suggest the driver takes you to work today to make things less stressful” he said “Oh, I didn’t know that I have to work late today so I don’t think I’ll be able to attend” I said “What do you mean by that?” He asked with a bossy expression “I have to work late because I have some work to get done before the weekend starts and that’s tonight” I said with confidence “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. I’ll come pick you up and we get whatever we have to get and we go for the party whatever work you have to do s