Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

The False Date

At dawn Susan expected to wake by the side of her husband, Jamole but instead a nice aroma shot into her nostrils.

“Morning, sweetie,” Jamole greeted cheerfully, his gaze peered down to the tray of dishes in his hands. “Nice morning for my sweetie. Look what we have here, darling…”

Susan who was done yawning and stretching, cast an inspective stare at the dishes. “Hmmm, hummy, what do we have here?” she opened the dishes one after the other. “My favorite,” she sounded after sharing a stare across the mushroom soup and wheat.

Jamole smiling cheek to cheek, intoned, “Yes, dear. Breakfast is best enjoyed hot and in bed, so I decided to make it up to you.” He laid the dish on the stool beside her; “what if I feed you…” he took a spoonful and fed her.

Susan shut her eyes while she masticated; she was breathless as she hummed all through. “This is sumptuous. The chefs are doing greatly these days.” She beckoned on him to fetch her more spoonful. “This is delicious. I have never had it this w