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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

In the past, I had actively asked Melody if she could cook a meal, as I was running a fever and felt completely drained.


However, Melody coldly accused me of being ungrateful.


"I've already married you. What more do you want? You're asking me to cook for you? It's just a fever, not like you're disabled. Why can't you cook yourself?"


After that, I never brought up the subject again.


While I was lost in thought, Melody had already prepared three dishes and a soup.


She sat across from me, looking at me expectantly, waiting for my reaction.


I stared at the dishes, which seemed to lack any appeal in appearance, aroma, or flavor, and hesitated to pick up my chopsticks.


Melody pouted, "Ethan, I spent so long learning how to make these. Won't you at least try them?"


"I always thought cooking looked so easy when I watched you do it. I never realized how difficult it actually was until I tried it myself. And I even cut my finger while preparing the meal for you. It really hurts."


Chapter 9