THIRTEEN

I immediately pretended not to see him after finishing my cooking with mom. It seemed that he smelled the aromas of our cooking, so he immediately walked downstairs to eat his favorite dish. I don't know, I'm feeling sick again after cooked with mom. Maybe I should take a break and not make my condition worse by looking at it. I'm not in the mood to fight or argue with him. Especially now that mom is with us, I can no longer linger with him while holding back all my emotions that explode every time I see his pretentious face.

"Let's eat."

"I'm dizzy, I should just rest."

I saw he was about to say something, maybe to force me to hang on to the dining table with him. But in the end he didn't say anything and let me walk away to rest in the room. Besides, it's better than me showing my true attitude in front of his mother. So far I am still considered a good and obedient daughter-in-law in front of his mother. Even though I was the one who had been torturing her