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“Okay.” 

He went upstairs to take a quick shower, which gave me some breathing room to figure out the best way to approach him. Because if I say something wrong, it might piss him off. He made his way downstairs and sat across from me at the table. He reached out for a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass for himself, swirling his glass and gulping down the wine, his gaze never leaving mine during the entire process. How is it possible for someone to be so stunning and yet have such a hostile perception? I realized after ten minutes that he had not touched his food. 

“Are you not going to eat it? It’s amazing.” He took another swig from his drink and swirled it. 

“I’m sure it is.” With a sarcastic smirk, he stated. I made no attempt to force the matter. His constant search for ways to embarrass me was something I was well acquainted with. I was on the verge of bawling in front of him, but I managed to keep it together. I don’t even know what kind of relationship we have, but I clearly know that I am forcing things. He made it clear, but I had hope. Since the day I moved in with him, he has been making me feel bad about myself. He rarely returns home, and suspicions circulate that he is dating his newly recruited assistant. I had a nervous breakdown at the prospect of him cheating on me. 

“What is this, Dante?” Do you have no time for me? Are we not girlfriend and boyfriend?” He set his glass of wine on the table and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands across his chest and staring at me as I ranted. Most likely, he’s taking pleasure in this. His attitude toward me is perplexing, and I fail to comprehend why. I sacrificed everything for him. “I gave up everything for you, Dante, for us to work. I resigned from work for you and me to work on our relationship. I cook for you every day, but you don’t touch my food. What is the reason for all of this?” 

He took a sip of his wine from his wineglass and swallowed it whole. His chair was pushed back against the table, and he sat back in it after setting the wine glass on the table and pouring another glass of wine into it. 

No one asked you to play wifey. I heard him mutter that. 

“Are you sure you want me to answer that?” A mocking smirk appeared on his face as he asked the question. Then I nodded at him. And then he locked his gaze on me. This time, however, his expression was lethal. When I glanced at him, he didn’t blink, not even once. He clenched his jaw, and his gaze remained fixed on me. Then he took another gulp of his wine. “Very well, then, I will answer all your questions. First and foremost, let’s get one thing straight. Did you give up everything for me? Who asked you to do it? Did I? I don’t remember telling you that you must quit your job. Did you say you quit your job for you and me to work? Who are we? You did it for your own benefit. You quit your job for your own selfish reasons, so don’t you dare tell me you quit your job for us to work. Just who the fuck is us? Should I remind you that I’m a married man, and do you want me to divorce my wife to make it work with you? Who are you? What can you offer that my wife cannot offer me?” 

“Dante! Lola isn’t your wife!” I screamed. Lola can go to hell in a handbasket. 

“Says who?” 

“Me!” I exclaimed. 

“Well, Lola is my wife and the only woman to occupy the master bedroom. As I was saying before, you interrupted me. I didn’t ask you to resign. Your actions were driven by your own self–interest rather than mine. Secondly, you 

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say, “I don’t eat your food. I’ve hired cooks to cook for me in my home, so if you’re interested in applying for the role of chef, please do so before entering my kitchen and ordering my cooks around. They cook for my taste, and you are not in any way close to the taste, so stop cooking because I will never eat it.” 

I had reached a point where I could no longer bear the insult. When I gazed at the man in front of me, tears streamed down my cheeks. I was prepared to take a chance on us. Yes, I’ve been out and about fucking and having a good time, But I left it all behind because I realized I loved him. I’m here in this blasted house like a good little wife for him. However, I will never be regarded as a valuable individual, 

“Thirdly, you say you moved in with me so we can work things out. What do you want to work with a married man? Did I say I was leaving my wife for you? Are you that shameless? or, more precisely, desperate, When you told me you wanted to move in, I thought you were stranded, I was under the impression that you had nowhere else to go. I thought your Jackie Chan boyfriend might have chased you out. As a result, I have offered you a room. Did you wish to put some heat on my bed? Ah, that’s what you wanted. This is a real bummer! I was under the impression that you were stranded. If you are not stranded, no one is forcing you to stay here. You are free to gather your belongings and leave.” 

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