ManyWriters

Patrick and I had been in a relationship for five years. On the day of our fifth anniversary, which coincided with my birthday, he finally consented to travel overseas with me.
But when it was time to leave, he was nowhere to be found. I phoned him, and he explained that his father's chronic condition had worsened, preventing him from joining me. This left me, someone who had never succeeded in any English tests, to travel alone.
Later that day, I noticed a picture shared by his longtime friend Samuel, showing Patrick busy cooking in the kitchen.
[Real love means he'd do anything for me.]
I knew my friends were anticipating my reaction.
I responded directly to the post: [Why don't you two tie the knot?]

My Boyfriend's Kitchen Affair Exposed

"We've got a meeting scheduled later. Let's discuss then. Goodbye."


"Sure, um... I'll definitely return home today and prepare some chicken soup for you."


If it weren't for his distinctive voice, I might have thought someone else was using Patrick's phone. He'd never cooked for me before, except when Samuel requested it.


I recall once asking for his chicken soup. His response was, "Can't you prepare it yourself?"


"But I prefer your cooking," I said with a pout. He accused me of being insincere and departed.


Now he was offering to make soup, but I felt no excitement. I simply replied, "A coworker is hosting a housewarming and has invited us for dinner."


I laughed to myself. Previously, to console Samuel, he'd accompanied her to the West Coast for a few days, sparking a major argument between us.


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