The Game Master, Revenge Against My Wife

The game I'd spent two years developing was finally a hit.

My wife, Eleanor Sterling, had promised me a five-hundred-thousand-dollar bonus. Instead, she gave the entire five-million-dollar profit pool to her male assistant, Wesley Brooks.

She tossed a fifty-dollar grocery coupon at my feet.

"You're just a househusband, Caleb. You don't need much cash. Go to the store, buy some groceries, and get dinner ready," she said dismissively.

I stared at her in total disbelief.

"This money was for Fi