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Chapter 2
hot meal right after cooking it. Back when we first got married, even after I got pregnant, I always came home early to cook. But Jordan rarely made it home for dinner.
I usually ended up reheating the cold food just to eat by myself.
Whenever I tried to tell Jordan how I felt, he’d snap, “I’m a doctor. I’m busy. If you don’t like it, don’t cook. But don’t complain after you’ve made it. I can’t revolve my life around you.”
Back then, I felt bad for him, thinking his job was hard and stressful. After he’d lash out, I stopped asking for anything and just quietly waited for him to come around.
But soon, I realized things weren’t as simple as they seemed.
When Jordan came home, my meal was almost finished, and the side dishes were nearly gone.
He looked at the empty plates and, clearly annoyed, asked, “Caroline, where’s my dinner?”
“You can make something yourself There are leftovers in the fridge,” I said, not even looking at him as I tossed the remnants of my meal into the trash
Jordan lost his temper completely. He grabbed me and demanded, “Why have you been so difficult these last few days? I’ve tried to I usually ended up reheating the cold food just to eat by myself.
Whenever I tried to tell Jordan how I felt, he’d snap, “I’m a doctor. I’m busy. If you don’t like it, don’t cook. But don’t complain after you’ve made it. I can’t revolve my life around you.”
Back then, I felt bad for him, thinking his job was hard and stressful. After he’d lash out, I stopped asking for anything and just quietly waited for him to come around.
But soon, I realized things weren’t as simple as they seemed.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.
When Jordan came home, my meal was almost finished, and the side dishes were nearly gone.
He looked at the empty plates and, clearly annoyed, asked, “Caroline, where’s my dinner?”
“You can make something yourself. There are leftovers in the fridge,” I said, not even looking at him as I tossed the remnants of my meal into the trash.
Jordan lost his temper completely. He grabbed me and demanded, “Why have you been so difficult these last few days? I’ve tried to make things right. What more do you want? Why are you always causing trouble?”
“Jordan, if I say I’m not causing trouble and you still don’t believe me, then call it trouble. I’ve been working all day and I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed now. Please try to be a bit quieter,” I said, turning to walk away.
A moment later, I turned back and added, “Oh, and since I’m pregnant and you keep disturbing me, let’s sleep in separate rooms. I’ve already moved your stuff to the guest room.”
His face turned dark as he heard me. He grabbed his car keys and stormed out, slamming the door so hard it rattled the walls. I shook my head, thinking how childish he was being.