Xander came out of his room in a foul mood and when he saw me eating by myself, he ordered with a cold glare.
“Prepare the culinary dishes today for lunch. Don't slack around doing nothing!”
“I dont want to.”
“Enough with the fucking drama Elena, do as I say! You are my wife, all these household chores are your fucking job!” I did not speak a word and looked at Xander who just stood there quite surprised when I sighed, my breath shaky.
When I was married Xander, my mother-in-law gave me tips to impress him, one of which was learning culinary skills of savory light foods because my husband couldn’t tolerate spice.
With time I eventually had to cook not only for my husband but also for the mafia delegates that came for an important deal to impress them as ordered by Xander no matter how sick I was.
But today I knew he wanted me to cook for Diana for he had marked the calendar for her birthday.
She was the princess while I was the one who should serve her.
“Xander, since all I to you is a bed warmer who should obey you, I will listen to your commands this time too.” Xander’s eyes widened as his movements froze when I said it.
“Elena…” There was nothing to listen to in our relationship.