Goodbye, My Love

In the three years of their marriage, Marco hardly ever came home, and he seldom ate the food she cooked.

Even the few times he came home, he wouldn’t touch any food that wasn’t to his taste.

Marco pulled a long face.

“Colette, I can tell whether a meal is good or not. The spaghetti Loraine made did not just look good, it also tasted good. But yours wasn’t. It lost, both in terms of looks and taste. Why don’t you reflect on yourself instead of questioning the taste of Loraine’s dish? That’s a very ridiculous thing to say, you know.”

Colette went red in embarrassment, but she was not willing to admit failure so easily.

“I don’t agree!” She screamed angrily at Loraine. “I’m sure I did not lose! It’s unfair to let Marco be the judge. It’s only expected that he would consider the relationship and partnership you two have and support you.”

Loraine could respond to her, Marco asked her, “So, what do you think would

the restaurant taste the

agreed without any hesitation. “But if we must do this again,

little suspicious and beginning to feel uneasy, but still, she asked, “What

lose, you have to apologize publicly for

to publicly admit that we didn’t choose Moreau Group because

she saw

you think of it?” she

her teeth. She could

angry that she didn’t even think much of the consequences of losing. “Fine. I

the restaurant to serve out both dishes to all the customers for free,