JASON'S POV
Yeah. Today was hell.
After my assistant finally showed up with a new suit, it took me fifteen damn minutes to get dressed. Normally, it would take me thirty, but after last night? I was paranoid.
Every creak in the house made me freeze, wondering if Ella was awake yet. If she had realized she had slept in my shirt. If she had connected the dots and was storming down the hall to rip me apart.
By some miracle, I made it out of the house alive.
But work?
Work was no better.
My company was bleeding money.
Why?
Because my beloved wife—Ella the Menace Kingsley—had hacked into my accounts and donated a ridiculous amount of resources to charity.
Anonymously.
Which meant the entire business world was currently praising LBJ Corp. for its generosity while I was sitting here stressing over budget cuts.
Did I support charity? Yes.
Did I support my company going bankrupt? Hell no.
And the worst part? I couldn't even tell anyone it was Ella.
