Ethan sighed as he stirred the pot on the stove. The rich aroma of simmering soup filled the air. Amelia lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone without a care.
"Amelia, the soup is ready," Ethan announced, hoping for a moment of acknowledgment.
She glanced up briefly. "Whatever, Ethan. Just serve it already."
Amelia being a rich lady, looks really good with her brown hair and fancy clothes. She grew up in a super rich family where being important was the most important thing. This made her think she was better than everyone else. Amelia treats people badly because she thinks they're not as good as her.
When she was a kid, her family had lots of money and didn't have to worry about problems. This made her think she could do whatever she wanted. But inside, Amelia feels unsure about herself and wants to control everything.
Suppressing his frustration, Ethan plated the soup and carried it to the living room. Amelia barely looked at the food, engrossed in her phone.
"Ethan," she said casually, "I'll need you to run to the market. We're having guests tonight."
Guests? Ethan wondered who they could be. He nodded, resigned. "Sure, Amelia. What do you need?"
She handed him a shopping list. "Get everything on this. And don't mess it up. Richard loves the lobster risotto, so make sure it's perfect."
"Richard? Who's Richard?" Ethan questioned, perplexed.
Amelia chuckled condescendingly. "Don't be dense, Ethan. Just get what I asked. And on your way back, buy some condoms. You know, just in case."
Ethan's eyes widened. "Condoms? For what Purpose? Amelia,
I'm having a guest tonight Ethan" "you have no right to question me. Amelia chipped in
this has to stop. I can't keep doing this." Ethan revoked
Rolling her eyes, she retorted, "Oh, please. You're just a lowly cook. Who else would want you? Now, do as you're told, or there will be consequences."
"I'm not your servant, Amelia. This has to stop. I won't be a part of this anymore," Ethan declared, frustration boiling over.
Amelia scoffed. "You're replaceable, Ethan. Remember that."
With those words hanging in the air, Ethan left for the market, determined to break free from the degrading cycle of servitude. Little did he know, this trip to the market would unravel the threads of his marriage and set in motion a chain of events that would redefine his life.
Ethan stormed through the crowded market, the weight of Amelia's demands pressing on him. As he navigated the aisles, he couldn't shake off the humiliation of being ordered to buy condoms for his wife's affair. He clenched his fists, determined to confront Amelia and put an end to this charade.
At the checkout counter, Ethan hesitated before placing the box of condoms on the conveyor belt. The cashier raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The embarrassment burned in Ethan's cheeks as he paid and exited the store.
Back home, the atmosphere was tense. Amelia and Richard were deep in conversation, oblivious to Ethan's return. Determined to confront his wife, he entered the living room, holding the bag of groceries.
"Amelia, we need to talk," Ethan declared, his voice steady.
She looked at him, annoyance evident in her eyes. "Can't it wait? Richard and I are discussing something important."
Ignoring her dismissal, Ethan continued, "This is getting out of hand, Amelia. I won't be part of your deception any longer." a smirk playing on his lips. "Who invited the help to the conversation?"
Richard was a renowned successful business man, a very big and strong man. He's tall and looks powerful. He stands straight and moves with confidence. Richard has a strong jaw and eyes that make him seem in charge. He looks like someone important and successful in a simple way glanced at.
Ignoring Richard, Ethan pressed on. "I won't cook for you, buy condoms, or tolerate this betrayal any longer. I'm done."
Amelia laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "You think you can just walk away, Ethan? You're nothing without us."
Ethan's resolve hardened. "We'll see about that."
In the kitchen, as Ethan stirred the soup, feeling a lump in his throat. He couldn't ignore the distant sounds of moaning coming from his bedroom, where Amelia and her lover are having a moment of ecstasy. His eyes welled up, and he sighed.
"Ethan, what's the matter?" Mrs. Scooper asked, entering the kitchen.
Ethan, teary, replied, "Mrs. Scooper, I can't take this anymore. Amelia's cheating on me, and sleeping with a strange man in our matrimonial bed, the worse part is that she treats me like I'm nothing."
She gave an impatient sigh, "Oh, stop being so dramatic, Ethan. Amelia deserves someone better than you. You're just a cook, after all."
Ethan, upset, pleaded, "But I'm her husband! I can't keep cooking while she does this to me don't I deserve some respect as her husband?. It's not fair."
Mrs. Scooper, dismissive, said, "Ethan, you're nobody to question her. This is how it is. Just do your job and stay out of her business."
Frustrated, Ethan replied, "But Mrs. Scooper, I deserve respect too. I can't just pretend everything is okay."
Mrs. Scooper, coldly, stated, "Respect is earned, Ethan. You haven't earned anything. Just focus on being a good cook and stop bothering us with your problems."
Overwhelmed and hurt, Ethan returned to the kitchen, the sounds of betrayal echoing in his ears. Mrs. Scooper's cold dismissal lingered, leaving Ethan feeling more alone than ever in his struggle against the mistreatment.
Ethan was still in the kitchen, making food, when suddenly, Amelia and Richard burst out of the bedroom, laughing really loud. They seemed happy, but Ethan felt sad.
Amelia laughed, "Haha, that was fun! Richard, you're amazing."
Richard replied, "You're not too bad yourself, Amelia. So, who's the best you've had?"
Amelia grinned, "Oh, there have been a few. But you're definitely up there."
Ethan, feeling helpless, overheard their conversation and couldn't believe what he was hearing. It hurt him to know his wife was talking about her experiences with another man.
Softly, he said, "This is so wrong..."
But Amelia and Richard just kept laughing, not paying any attention to how Ethan felt. It was a moment that made Ethan feel small and unimportant.
The next morning, Ethan woke up with a heavy heart. The echoes of Amelia and Richard's laughter from the night before lingered in his mind. Determined to confront the situation, he approached the breakfast table where Amelia sat, sipping her coffee.Ethan said calmly, "Amelia, we need to talk about what happened last night."Amelia looked up, her expression indifferent. She took a sip of her coffee before responding.She replied casually, "Oh, that. It was just a bit of fun, Ethan. No need to make a big deal out of it."Ethan said firmly, "This is a big deal, Amelia. Our marriage is falling apart, and your actions are making it worse."She responded mockingly, "Marriage? Please, Ethan. It's just a piece of paper. And don't pretend you didn't enjoy the good life I gave you."Ethan said seriously, "It's not about the good life, Amelia. It's about trust and respect. I won't accept being treated like this."Amelia rolled her eyes and continued sipping her coffee, dismissing Ethan's concer
In the days following the confrontation, Amelia's resentment towards Ethan deepened. Frustrated by the growing support Ethan gained, she sought new ways to assert control. One evening, as tensions simmered beneath the surface, Amelia accused Ethan of a crime he had not committed.Amelia, with a sly grin, declared, "Ethan, where is the $50,000,000 cheque? I know you took it!"Confused and taken aback, Ethan replied, "What are you talking about? I would never steal anything, let alone a $50,000,000 cheque."Unfazed, Amelia continued her false accusations, "Don't play innocent with me. The cheque is missing, and you're the only one who could have taken it."Feeling the weight of the false accusation, Ethan tried to reason, "Amelia, I swear I have no idea where the cheque is. I would never betray your trust like that."Ignoring his plea, Amelia stormed out of the room, leaving Ethan bewildered by the sudden turn of events.As the days unfolded, Amelia's accusations escalated. She spread f
Ethan how many times do I have to tell you? You can't do anything right!" Mrs. Scooper's voice echoed through the room, her anger palpable.Ethan, trying to keep his composure, replied, "Mrs. Scooper, I had to go to Amelia's office to clear my name. I couldn't endure the false accusations any longer."Mrs. Scooper, infuriated by Ethan's defiance, raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap across his face. The room fell silent as the sound reverberated, leaving a stunned Ethan in its wake."You insolent boy! How dare you defy Amelia and take matters into your own hands?" Mrs. Scooper's face contorted with anger.Ethan, nursing his stinging cheek, tried to explain, "I had to find the truth, Mrs. Scooper. I couldn't let false accusations ruin my life."But Mrs. Scooper, unwilling to accept any justification, slapped him again. "You have disgraced this family, and I won't tolerate your insolence!"Amelia, reveling in the confrontation, added with a smirk, "Maybe this will teach you to sta
"Hello, Amelia. It's Mr. Peterson. I have an update for you regarding your divorce proceedings." Amelia, intrigued, replied, "Yes, Mr. Peterson. What's the update?" Mr. Peterson's voice remained composed as he delivered the news. "I've prepared the divorce documents, and everything is in order. If you have the time, you can come over to the office to review and collect them. We can discuss any final details or questions you may have." Amelia, eager to move forward with the process, responded, "Absolutely, Mr. Peterson. I'll make my way to your office shortly. Thank you for the prompt update." As she hung up the phone, a mix of emotions washed over Amelia—relief, anticipation, and perhaps a hint of sadness. The journey toward the dissolution of her marriage was progressing, and the imminent collection of the divorce documents marked a significant step in that direction. She gathered her belongings, closed her office door, and headed towards Mr. Peterson's office to initiate the ne
Ethan stepped out of the house, carrying the weight of a shattered life on his shoulders. The once-vibrant chef had lost not only his job but also the woman he thought he'd spend his life with. The heavy divorce papers clutched in his hand felt like a cold reminder of the dreams that had crumbled. The neighborhood, once a familiar and welcoming place, now seemed alien as he navigated the path away from what used to be his home. The echoes of mocking laughter and judgmental whispers lingered, creating an oppressive atmosphere. His professional reputation, once built on culinary expertise, had crumbled along with his marriage. The city, which had once been a canvas for his culinary creations, now felt like a maze of uncertainty. Jobless and homeless, Ethan faced a future without direction. As he walked through the city streets, each step carried the weight of his despair. The bustling crowds seemed to move in a choreographed dance of life, while Ethan felt like a mere spectator in hi
Sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, Ethan felt the surge of desperation and loneliness enveloping him. The weight of his circumstances bore down heavily, prompting thoughts of his friend James—the one person who might truly understand the struggles of a chef navigating the unpredictable culinary world. With a deep breath, Ethan pulled out his phone and dialed James' number. The device rang a few times before James answered. James: "Hey, Ethan! Long time, buddy. What's up?" Reflecting a mix of exhaustion and longing in his voice, Ethan replied, "Hey, James. It's been a while. I wish I could say things are great, but I'm in a bit of a rough spot." Sensing the seriousness in Ethan's tone, James grew attentive. James: "What's going on, man? You know you can always talk to me." Taking a moment, Ethan opened up about the recent turn of events—the crumbling marriage, the false accusations, and the loss of his job. James listened intently, absorbing the weight of Ethan's struggles. J
It was a bustling evening at the restaurant, and Ethan was engrossed in the rhythm of the kitchen, orchestrating the dance of flavors. The clatter of pans and the sizzle of ingredients filled the air, creating a vibrant symphony of culinary artistry. Amidst the hustle, the entrance bell chimed, signaling the arrival of new patrons. Among them was Sarah, a familiar face from Ethan's past. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on Ethan, who was focused on a simmering pot. "Hey, Ethan?" Ethan, not expecting to hear his name, turned around, a whisk still in hand. The sight of Sarah left him momentarily speechless. "Is that really you?" Ethan managed a smile, a mix of emotions swirling within. "Yeah, it's a new chapter for me. How have you been?" Still processing the unexpected encounter, Sarah replied, "I've been good. I never expected to find you here. It's like fate brought me to this restaurant today." Sensing the need to address the elephant in the room, Ethan took a deep bre
As the day progressed, Ethan received a call from James, the friend who had played a crucial role in his journey of recovery. James: "Hey, Ethan! How's everything going at the restaurant?" Ethan, grateful for the lifeline James had thrown him, replied, "It's going well. I'm getting the hang of things. Thanks again for this opportunity, James." James chuckled, "No need to thank me, Ethan. You've got the skills, and I'm happy to have you on the team. By the way, we've got a special event coming up this weekend. It's a chance to showcase your culinary flair. Are you up for it?" Ethan, invigorated by the prospect, responded, "Absolutely, James. I'm ready for the challenge. Let's make it a memorable event." The conversation with James infused Ethan with a renewed sense of purpose. The upcoming event became a focal point, a canvas for him to unleash his culinary creativity and prove that even after setbacks, his passion for cooking burned brighter than ever. As the day transitioned in