They said she’s been going out with a man named Derek. Michael clenched his fist.
Bring me my phone. Amara did. He opened the security app, one his own tech company had built.
He tapped into the front gate camera. There was Ruth laughing, blowing a kiss to the man in the car.
Then the car sped away. Michael stared at the screen for a long time. His face turned pale, his lips tightened.
So Amara began. He raised his hand. “Thank you, Amara. That will be all.” Amara bowed and left the room, her heart pounding.
That night, Michael did not sleep. He sat by the window in his wheelchair, staring into the darkness.
His mind was restless, full of painful thoughts. The woman he married, the woman he gave his heart, his trust, and his entire world to was not just callous.
She was cheating on him boldly, proudly. And yet, she still lived in his house, ate his food, wore his name, and mocked his condition like it meant nothing.
Anger bone deep in his chest. But beneath the anger was something heavier. Pain. So much pain.
His mind drifted back to the night of the accident. The hospital room. The smell of disinfectant.
Ruth crying beside his bed, holding his hand tightly. “We’ll get through this.” “Baby,” she had said.
“I’ll never leave you now.” He saw the truth. Those words had been empty. She didn’t leave physically, but she left emotionally, spiritually, mentally.
The moment he could no longer stand on his feet, she walked away from him inside her heart.
Michael clenched his jaw. “I may be in a wheelchair,” he thought, but I am still the man who built an empire from nothing.
I still have my mind. I still have my heart, and I still have power.
The next morning, he asked Amora to wheel him into his study. “Are you okay, sir?”
