Overtime Revenge

Back when Samantha and I joined the company together, she had chased after me relentlessly.

She said I was talented and handsome.

After we got married, I poured my heart into caring for her in every possible way.

Not only did I hand over all my salary, but I even took on side jobs to help support the household.

However, what I got in return was Samantha cheating without restraint.

At home, she wrapped herself up tight.

But at the office, she dressed flashily, frequently going in and out of Thomas’ office. Sometimes she stayed inside for an entire day.

Now, she couldn’t wait for me to bring up divorce just to be able to cling to Thomas.

Even if it meant being the other woman, she was willing.

I glanced at her outfit, dressed like some club hostess, and smiled.

Since she enjoyed the player lifestyle so much, I’ll make sure she experiences what it feels like to be worse off than dead and completely disgraced.

“It’s not that pretty, really. It’s only because it’s Christmas, and Thomas asked me to liven the mood.

“Even my husband has never had the benefit of seeing me like this.”

As she spoke, she looked at me with interest.

My coworkers’ gazes stuck to me, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

I remained expressionless. Whether anger or shouting, those were reactions of the weak.

Did they still think I was the same man from my previous life, who only knew how to give without expecting anything in return?

“Alright, it was just a joke, but someone actually got upset.

“Don’t cry. Crying on Christmas would ruin the mood.”

Thomas said, already stuffing a cash envelope into Samantha’s hand.

“Wow, a fifty-thousand bonus! Mr. Clark really loves you!”

Looking at her bonus, Samantha threw herself into his arms, hugging him for a long time before reluctantly letting go.

Once she saw I showed no reaction, she said unhappily, “Honey, I was just too excited from winning. Don’t take it to heart.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

She was like a worn-out shoe, anyway. Whoever wants it can have it.

“Reed, you’re the only one freeloading here. Go bring in the Christmas tree from the entrance.

“I had that custom-made in Oregon. Be careful when you carry it. It’s more valuable than your life.”

I said nothing and walked downstairs.

When I saw the Christmas tree, I paused, thoughtful, then made a call.

“A yacht? That sounds like so much fun. Mr. Clark, I’ve never been on one before. Can you take me with you?”

Samantha looked charming as she crouched between Thomas’ legs, pleading softly.

“I want to go too, Mr. Clark. You can’t just take care of Samantha. We deserve some attention, too.”

Inside the office, Thomas attracted the female employees like honey draws bees.

When he saw me come in, he shifted forward slightly and waved his hand.

“Of course. This is a Christmas reward for all of you.”

“Dancing on a yacht helps you relax completely. And the night view at sea makes for perfect selfies.”

When our eyes met, his were full of disgust.

“You’re the only one who hasn’t drawn a cash envelope yet. Hurry up. Stop dragging your feet and delaying our Christmas.”

I curled my lips into a faint smile. There were still quite a few envelopes left in Thomas’ hand, but they were probably all overtime vouchers.

“I’ll take this one.”

I reached out, took one, and slipped it into my pocket.

Thomas’ expression immediately darkened, displeased.

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you.

“I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.”

After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view.

It was exactly the same as my previous life.

“How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing.

“Did you walk under a ladder or something?”