ManyWriters

Melody has an eating disorder and can only consume food I prepare.
To ensure she has hot meals on time, I quit my job to cook for her.
Later, I accidentally overheard her conversation with a friend.
"Melody, why did you lie to Ethan about having an eating disorder?"
I heard her chuckle softly and say, "How else would he be willing to quit his job?"
"At the time, he was an obstacle to my junior's career. I'd do anything as long as my junior could achieve his goals."
It turns out that what I thought was a mutual commitment was, from beginning to end, just my one-sided love.
Well then, I'll let go and wish you both the best.

A Gentle Misplacement

Although I had already decided to divorce, I still put effort into preparing for our last wedding anniversary.


Just as I was bringing out the final dish, I heard the sound of the front door opening.


"Ethan, did you make all this? It's amazing."


I looked at Melody, who casually said, "Donavan burned his hand and couldn't cook, so I invited him over for dinner."


Donavan held up his hand, looking sheepish. "I told her it was nothing, but Melody was worried about me. I hope you don't mind me crashing your dinner."


I stared at the tiny, barely noticeable blister on the back of his hand that would probably disappear in no time, and clenched my fists.


When I first learned to cook for Melody, I once got a huge blister on my hand from not managing the heat properly.


Chapter 5