My Wife Drugged My Milk to Save Her Ex

My wife, who never cooks, was up early making me breakfast.

"Asher Gilbert, aren't you going to the bid today?"

I looked up at her. It was the first time she'd ever asked about my work.

"Yeah. This one decides where the company goes from here."

She nodded and pushed the glass of milk toward me, telling me to hurry and drink it.

That was when a line of comments drifted across my vision.

【Don't drink it. There are sleeping pills in the milk.】

【Your wife wants you to miss this bid, because her childhood friend Sebastian Barnes is competing in it too.】