When I was at home,my father hated for me to do any work but I learnt cooking especially for Xavier,the process was difficult and I often got burned yet knowing that my husband could not digest oily food I worked hard.
When he went out with his friends,I remembered to cook him light dishes along with his favorite seafood that I was allergic to,even touching it developed blisters on my skin,yet this was treated by his friends in distaste.
They thought of me as a leech,thinking that I was an orphan trying to climb up the ranks by holding onto Xavier who had status.
“The witch.”was the nickname they called me behind my back.
Whenever his friends visited our home,they gave me a list of dishes to prepare for them.At first I refused because it was too tedious yet when Xavier insisted to prove myself useful,I gave in.
Today,yet again,Xavier had chosen them over me.Maybe it’s better this way;at least now,I won’t be tempted to soften.
I liked my mother-in-law’s post which I knew she specifically posted for me to see,going as far as to comment.
[They look perfect together.]
The comment section suddenly quietened down with Xavier calling me almost instantly.