Chapter 17- Seed money

Marsha Martin rolled over in the bed and felt for her husband and could not find him. The pillow was cold and so was the sheet. “Again!.” She muttered and hissed her teeth and reached for the cellphone on the bedside table to check the time. The light from the phone caused her eyelids to squint. “What! It is 3:30am and no Dominique.” She said and sighed heavily

“This madness has to stop. Is this blasted business more important than me now?” She asked.

“I wonder if he even came home last night or he spent the night at the office again?. Damn you Dominique you swore that after we got the business listed on the Junior Stock Exchange you would not need to be spending so much time with it anymore worrying about service standards and customer feedback. You promised that no other woman would come between us once I accepted your offspring.”