Divorce Him Before We Even Marry - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Back home, I tucked my acceptance letter away and got to work in the kitchen.
The two-bedroom apartment was courtesy of Ethan's unit—a small perk that barely made up for everything else. As I chopped vegetables, my eyes drifted to the calendar hanging in the living room. There it was: the date for college orientation next month. I grabbed a red marker and circled it, my heart pounding.
I stared at that bold red circle, a flicker of hope burning inside me.
Soon.
Soon, I'd be free.
Ethan walked in just as dinner hit the table.
Of course, Linda and her daughter trailed right behind him. "Sis, sorry to drop by again," Linda said with that practiced smile of hers.
She had that porcelain complexion, an oval face, and that bright red coat of hers—always dressed to impress.
Her daughter, already treating the place like her second home, squealed at the sight of food and immediately helped herself—one bowl for her, one for Ethan, one for Linda.
None for me.
By the time I stepped out of the kitchen, the three of them were already cozied up at the table, laughing like some picture-perfect family.
Then—spit.
All three of them choked at the exact same second.
"Mommy, it's like eating a salt lick!" the kid whined.
I just leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, watching Ethan scramble to pour them soup—as if that would help.
Spoiler: It didn't. The soup was worse.
Linda left in tears, of course. Right before storming out, she sniffled at Ethan, "Your wife clearly hates me. I won't impose again."
Ethan walked her out like some dutiful knight, then came back scowling.
I didn't bother waiting for the lecture. Just turned back to the stove and started chopping.
"You did that on purpose?" He sounded genuinely confused.
Then came the sob story. "Her husband died in the line of duty. Made me promise to look after them. And you—you cook so well. The kid loves your food."
I stayed quiet.
Ethan sighed, shoulders slumping. "Fine. If it bothers you that much, we won't invite them over anymore."
The two-bedroom apartment was courtesy of Ethan's unit—a small perk that barely made up for everything else. As I chopped vegetables, my eyes drifted to the calendar hanging in the living room. There it was: the date for college orientation next month. I grabbed a red marker and circled it, my heart pounding.
I stared at that bold red circle, a flicker of hope burning inside me.
Soon.
Soon, I'd be free.
Ethan walked in just as dinner hit the table.
Of course, Linda and her daughter trailed right behind him. "Sis, sorry to drop by again," Linda said with that practiced smile of hers.
She had that porcelain complexion, an oval face, and that bright red coat of hers—always dressed to impress.
Her daughter, already treating the place like her second home, squealed at the sight of food and immediately helped herself—one bowl for her, one for Ethan, one for Linda.
None for me.
By the time I stepped out of the kitchen, the three of them were already cozied up at the table, laughing like some picture-perfect family.
Then—spit.
All three of them choked at the exact same second.
"Mommy, it's like eating a salt lick!" the kid whined.
I just leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, watching Ethan scramble to pour them soup—as if that would help.
Spoiler: It didn't. The soup was worse.
Linda left in tears, of course. Right before storming out, she sniffled at Ethan, "Your wife clearly hates me. I won't impose again."
Ethan walked her out like some dutiful knight, then came back scowling.
I didn't bother waiting for the lecture. Just turned back to the stove and started chopping.
"You did that on purpose?" He sounded genuinely confused.
Then came the sob story. "Her husband died in the line of duty. Made me promise to look after them. And you—you cook so well. The kid loves your food."
I stayed quiet.
Ethan sighed, shoulders slumping. "Fine. If it bothers you that much, we won't invite them over anymore."
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