Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 11

Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 11

“I’ll do it now.” Stay calm, stay calm. I won’t have to see her nor
Lyle ever again very soon.
I could still hear her mumbling as I turned around to head to the
kitchen, “Like a lifeless doll. I honestly don’t know what my son
saw in you.”
To be honest, I didn’t know either. Perhaps he liked my stupidity,
or maybe he liked the fact that he could get away with having an
affair without me finding out.
I wanted to tell her that what was left on the table—the pangrilled fish—was lunch but was scared that I would provoke her if
I did.
So, I swiftly prepared a simple salad as well as an omelet to go
on the side.
“What is all this?”
“Lunch.”
The half-eaten pan-grilled fish that Christopher had been picking
at looked out of place among the other dishes on the dining table.
“Do you think I’m blind? I know it’s lunch,” she snapped. “I’m
asking you what you cooked. Don’t try to change the subject.”
“Um… This is a pan-grilled fish, a salad, and an omelet.”
Wendy huffed. “My son is working to the bone. Not only does he

have to manage the company, but he also has to be the
breadwinner of the family. And this is all you’re feeding him?”
Yeah, right. I’m sure he’s working just as hard to get into some
other woman’s pants.
I took a seat at the dining table, hanging my head as I let her
words go in one ear and out the other.
My stomach was already grumbling out loud, and my patience
was wearing thin. Are you done?
“You need to make a nutritionally balanced, full course meal next
time with all sorts of options for him to choose from. Don’t you
know how tired my son is after returning home from work every
day?”
No, but I bet he must be tired from his daily hookups. “All right.
I’ll make beef stew for him tonight.”
“How shameless.” She rolled her eyes at me.
Shameless enough to cheat on him. “You can go ahead and eat if
you’d like. You said that you were hungry, right?” I offered,
maintaining my polite smile despite feeling furious.
After all, I needed to keep up this act of a good wife before I
brought up the topic of divorce to Lyle. This way, I would have
more time to myself to settle my own affairs. I refused to be like
other divorcees, who didn’t even have somewhere to stay after
leaving their ex-husband’s house.
I seriously doubted that Lyle would pay any sort of alimony if we
did get divorced.
Meanwhile, Wendy appeared at a loss for what to do, reluctantly
taking the plate I was holding out to her.
She had barely taken a bite of the pan-grilled fish when her face
suddenly flushed red, spitting out the contents in her mouth.
I stared at her as she dramatically clapped a hand to her mouth
and fumbled around for a glass of water, then glanced back at
the pan-grilled fish in confusion. Does it really taste that bad?
I cut off a tiny piece and slowly savored it in my mouth, nearly
letting out a bark of laughter.
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