My Poor Secretary's
The Part 122

“I want to speak directly to the point, Sanchez! Sit!” Gwen firmly. He doesn't want to talk there too long.

Sanchez raised his eyebrows, Gwen did not usually speak in a tone full of emphasis. The woman was always gentle with anyone. He felt like there was something that seemed unpleasant to be said by his wife.

“Sit, Sanchez! I don't have much time!” Gwen asked once again because her husband was still standing, making her reluctant to throw her ass in the chair because she did not want to be suddenly touched by the man who was still her legal partner.

Sanchez was curious about what his wife would say. He pulled the chair in front of Gwen and sat staring fixedly at her. “What's up, why do you look so serious?” tanyakanya.

Gwen rested her body on the back of the chair, her eyes focused on the man whose body was no longer taken care of. “I have a lover and his plan I want to marry him,”.

Sanchez pulled the corner of his lips cynically. “Until anytime you will not be able to marry anyone because your status is still my wife,” trivialnya.

“That's what I want to tell you. Next week I'll file for divorce in court.”

Sanchez was not surprised. He just laughed out loud. “Never dream of being able to escape me. Until whenever you will remain my wife!”

“Don't be selfish, Sanchez! I still have to carry my life forward. And you'll never get out of here. I also want to feel happy!” Gwen firmly. Her eyes were so upset, every time she asked for a divorce even before her husband was in prison her answer was always like that.

Sanchez laughed louder and louder, his eyes as if showing satisfaction if his wife also felt suffering. “I will not let you live happily out there, while I live a life full of restraints inside here can not move as usual, make love to women, use drugs. And you can happily smile on top of my suffering!” cynically.

Sanchez stood up from his seat, wanting to get close to Gwen but the woman was already standing up to dodge. Sanchez's feet continued to step forward with the glare of his sharp-looking eyes.

Gwen kept retreating, not wanting to come into contact with her husband. Because, he did not want to give the former touch Sanchez to Danzel. “Stop!” yells.

Sanchez grinned even more complacently when he saw the frightened face of his wife. And he supported Gwen on the wall until she couldn't move anywhere. “You must remember our wedding vows that will always be there in any time of conditions and only death can separate.” A sneaky grin was imprinted clearly on his extremely irritating face.

Plaque!

Gwen slapped her husband very hard. This was the first time he dared to be rude to others. “You can say that now, but where were you when you were living freely then? Playing the lady! And you don't appreciate me as a wife either! Now you're demanding our wedding vows!” Her hands were all her might pushing against her husband's chest. “You are so funny and silly, Sanchez!” he said with great emphasis.

Sanchez pulled the hand of Gwen who was about to leave. “You've arrived here, then do your duty as my wife, Gwen! Make love to me now, it's been a long time I don't get satisfaction here!” axed it.

...*****...

...Duh Sanchez, you show up just to make someone else. And then again sonoh. Don't forget the same flowers hehehehe ga forgot my malak....