Chapter 2
My mind exploded, a deafening roar drowning out everything else, Anger and sorrow surged through me like a
tidal wave.
Hearing Wesley coming out of the kitchen, I hurriedly shoved the marriage certificate back into his briefcase.
“Wash your hands and come eat,” Wesley said cheerfully, carrying out a pot of soup, his face brimming with
excitement.
I stood up and froze when I saw the steaming pot of chicken soup on the table,
Years ago, I had a pet chicken that accidentally jumped off the balcony and died. Since then, I had never touched chicken soup–something Wesley had always known.
Before I could recover from my shock, the doorbell rang, I rushed to open it, only to find Camilla standing there with her pregnant belly and a triumphant smile,
Before I could even invite her in, she barged past me, uninvited,
“That chicken soup smells amazing!” she exclaimed.
Wesley smiled warmly at her. “You came at the right time. You should have more of it–it’ll be good for you.”
His words sent a sharp pang through my heart, and a terrible premonition began to take root. I swallowed my anger and walked over,
“What are you doing here?”
Camilla had already made herself comfortable at the table.
“Why can’t I come see you? And I figured I’d try Wesley’s cooking–it’s been so long, and I’ve missed it terribly,” she said, her gaze locked on Wesley the entire time.
“You must be craving it. I’ve got some stewed pork trotters in the kitchen too. Make sure you eat plenty,” Wesley said as he handed her a hot towel to wipe her hands.
“Clean up and dig in!”
He then went back to the kitchen to bring out the pork trotters, completely ignoring me in the process. Only after sitting down across from Camilla did he seem to remember my presence. Looking awkward, he stood up and turned
to me.
“Nora, come sit and eat. Try the soup–1 want to know how it tastes,” he said, ladling a bowl of chicken soup and placing it in front of me.
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I shoved the bowl away, my patience snapping.
“Wesley, have you forgotten? I don’t drink chicken soup!”
The sudden movement sent the scalding soup spilling over Wesley’s hand. He let out a sharp hiss and took a step
back.
“Nora, are you trying to burn me alive?”
Camilla jumped up and grabbed Wesley’s hand, inspecting it with concern.
“Wesley, are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?” she fussed, before turning to glare at me.
“Nora, how could you do this? Wesley was just being nice, and you deliberately spilled hot soup on him. How cruel can you be?”
Standing close together, the two of them looked like a real couple. I let out a cold laugh.
“Camilla, if I’m not mistaken, Wesley is my husband,” I said icily.
Wesley stiffened and immediately pulled his hand away from Camilla, his expression uneasy.
“Camilla was just being considerate. Nora, why are you being so aggressive lately?”
Aggressive? I had asked a single question, and that was enough for him to accuse me of being unreasonable.
I stared at the man I had loved for five years, feeling my heart grow cold.
Wesley and I were college sweethearts. We dated for four years before marrying a year ago.
His family wasn’t well–off, and to be with him, I had cut ties with my parents and insisted on marrying him. After our wedding, he had always treated me well–if I hadn’t found that marriage certificate.
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