Can't be passive-aggressive

Heaven should've known. Someone like Dominic had a packed schedule. He was someone who would fly abroad in the morning and then fly to another in the afternoon. The Zyon Group was a billion-worth company and for him to sustain that wealth, Dominic was rarely seen at home.

"How can I forget?" Heaven pinched the bridge of her nose, now settled in her room after idling in the family room. "That guy also doesn't come home to avoid me."

She hissed, snapping her eyes open. Heaven felt like throwing a huge fit to release the piling frustration in her heart. It was one problem after another, doubt after doubt — it felt endless and excruciatingly frustrating!

"Ah! Gosh!" Heaven threw herself on the bed, bouncing as soon as her back landed on the mattress. She spread her arms wide, eyes on the ceiling. "I can't even think of a good peace offering. My son is coming home next week, and I don't even know when my husband will come home. Heaven, is this the concept of marriage you really want to have? It's frustrating."

Her expression darkened, thinking about the original Heaven's life. The original Heaven would always stay inside her room. But even if she didn't stay inside her room, she wouldn't see Dominic's shadow. Not that she wanted to see him or she yearned for anything.

During the first year of their marriage, Dominic would always come home. No matter how tight his schedule was or how busy he was, he would always go home in case Heaven would need him. Sadly, the only thing he would get from her was a glare, a sneer, or a harsh remark.

"That's why I'm not surprised." Heaven sighed deeply. "So… does that mean I just need to wait until the next time he would come home?"

Heaven narrowed her eyes while pouting, pondering what to do while Dominic and Sebastian were not home. She shook her head, realizing this sort of thought was something she shouldn't be thinking about.

"I can't be passive-aggressive." She sat upright, fist up on her shoulder level. "I have a home to put things in order and this situation, I just can't wait and hope for a miracle to happen."

Heaven nodded before she hurriedly reached for her phone. Sitting properly with the phone in her hand, she cleared her throat and typed a message to her husband.

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[ From: Heaven

What time are you going home? ]

Dominic stared at his phone again, sitting on a swivel chair in his office. His meeting just ended, and on his way to his office, his phone vibrated. Now that he was sitting in his office, he still kept his attention on the phone.

"This is the second time today," he murmured, glancing at the previous conversation they had just this afternoon. He tilted his head to the side, puzzled at the new message she sent him.

"What time I am going home?" he wondered, bending over to the telephone and pressing a button. "Send my schedule over."

Dominic didn't wait for long as a knock immediately came to the door. Another assistant came in, handing a tablet to him before taking a step back from the desk.

"You may leave. I'll notify you if changes are needed," he ordered, and the female assistant bowed.

"Alright, sir."

With that being said, the female attendant left the office without another word. Meanwhile, Dominic picked up the tablet with his left hand. He simply glanced at it before taking a picture.

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[ From: Dominic

*sent a file ]

Heaven didn't know what file Dominic sent, only to see a picture of his schedule. Her face immediately twitched, moving her phone closer to take a better look at the photo.

His schedule was packed!

Looking at it, the only free time he could go home would be two weeks later. OMG! Dominic cleared his schedule on the day he went home and the following days after that to settle his divorce. After that, he could barely have time to breathe.

"Even when I was handling a huge organization, my schedule isn't as hectic as this," she muttered, shaking her head in dismay. "What is his assistant doing? How can he give him thirty minutes to eat? He will kill his boss at this rate."

Her face turned grim, snapping her tongue in irritation. She held her phone and replied.

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Dominic's brows rose upon hearing his phone's notification beep. He slowly peeled his eyes away from the document he was reading and set them on the phone on the desk. He stretched his arm slightly, picking up his phone, and confirming that his wife sent another message.

[From: Heaven

You can't go home tonight?]

Again, Dominic was puzzled.

"Why?" he replied, curious about what she was planning to do.

The first thing that crossed him was, she probably had a plan to go out. Thus, she wanted to do it while he was away from home. Although Heaven hadn't done that in the past, his mind would naturally think of a more logical answer for her behavior according to how he knew her.

[From: Heaven

I bought something for you. If you will go home two weeks later, I don't think you can still eat it.]

Dominic blinked and blinked, rereading the last message as if he was hoping there was a mistake in them. However, no matter how many times he would read it, the message was the same.

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"Did he just ignore me?" Heaven wondered, folding her arms under her chest while her fingers tapped on her other arm. "It's been five minutes since I sent my text and it says it was read. Is he in the middle of something important?"

Heaven fought the urge to send another text, telling herself her husband was a busy man. It was already a miracle he could answer every time she would send him a message. Thus, she shouldn't push her luck.

"That's right. Just be patient, me." Heaven nodded until fifteen minutes rolled in and her rope of patience was burned to the last bit.