Chapter 27

GRACE'S POV 

Without so much as a warning, Susan dropped the shorts, successfully flashing me just before the shirt she had on covered her up.

I looked away, using my hand to block my vision. “Okay, woah.” 

“What?” She asked innocently.

“Nothing. Thank you for flashing me though. Very much needed morning visual.” 

She laughed. “Oh, please. We're all the same.” She grabbed her things and made her way down the corridor. “I need to shower my sins away. Please, have breakfast ready by the time I'm out.” 

I gaped at her. “You literally said you didn't want anything. What changed?” 

She scoffed. “Don't be ridiculous. “I'm hungry, not even a man can make me reject food. Especially not your breakfast.” 

As she strutted down the hallway, I stood watching her in disbelief. “Unbelievable.” Only Susan could switch moods in thirty seconds, and go from not being hungry to being extremely hungry. 

I walked into the kitchen and took a look at what I had. I had bread, cheese, eggs, coffee and tomatoes. I already had a visual of what breakfast would be, so I got to work. 

While the eggs cooked, spreading slowly, yet rapidly and definitely, I allowed my thoughts to resurface. 

This version of Susan wasn't strange to me, it just stumped me that even after being this devastated over something she couldn't control, she still went ahead to have an affair with my own husband. 

Unlike Daniel, she knew who Michael was, and that I was married to him. Nothing was hidden, nothing at all. But they went ahead anyway.

As I turned the cooker off and removed the cooked eggs, I was forced to remember how Michael didn't even look like he regretted it. He instead looked like he was glad I'd found out, while Susan looked horrified. 

Then I wondered, in the previous timeline, I had vehemently refused to go out with her that night. Which meant she had to stay back with me and even slept over. She didn't meet Daniel, and she didn't, unintentionally, help him cheat on his wife. 

I cursed quietly as I realised I could've stopped this if I had remembered on time. She would've been stubborn, but I'd have been able to stop this from happening. 

Soon after, I was done cooking and had just started plating the breakfast when she walked in, towel on, hair wet. 

I paused and looked at her. “That was quick. Why didn't you dress up at once?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I got hungry, really hungry. Give me it.” She replied, grabbing a plate from me. 

I chuckled. “Okay okay, chill. You get feral when you're hungry, sheesh.” 

She narrowed her eyes at me and continued eating silently. 

As she ate, I brewed the coffee and hummed a song alongside. 

“These are nice, the eggs. They're delicious.” Susan muttered when I dropped a mug of coffee in front of her. 

I paused, looking at her again. “That's new. You sound genuine.” 

She cocked her head. “I am genuine. You cooked them well, as usual.” 

I look back at my food and at her again. “You're complimenting me? Where's the roast? What?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Please, you wouldn't last a second if I roasted you while I was hangry.” 

I pointed my fork at her. “There it is. I was scared for a bit.” 

She shrugged. 

“You look better,” I said to her, pushing a piece of egg into my mouth. 

“I feel better,” she replied, nodding. “The shower helped, and food helps more. Great combination.”

“Food always helps more.” I concurred.

“Exactly,” she said, pointing her fork at me like I’d just proven something important.

For a moment, things felt normal.

Then she slowed slightly, her expression shifting to a much more sober one that showed she was thinking.

“Do you think she’ll leave him?” she asked suddenly.

I blinked. “Daniel’s wife?”

“No, Judas's wife. Of course, Daniel's wife.” She rolled her eyes, her lips twitching.

I leaned back slightly, considering the question.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “That depends on her.”

Susan frowned like the thought of staying upset her. “If it were me, I’d leave.”

“Immediately?”

“Immediately,” she confirmed. “No discussion. No explanation. No second chances. I'd pack up and go. Nothing says I don't respect you more than cheating.”

“That’s easy to say when you’re not the one in it,” I pointed out gently.

She didn’t argue with me.

“I know,” she admitted. “But still…” She trailed off, pushing her food around her plate for a second.

“I keep seeing her face,” she said quietly. “It’s so annoying.”

I think it's called a conscience,” I said.

She gave me a look. “I know what it’s called.”

I smiled faintly at that. “It’ll fade,” I added. “Not completely, but it won’t feel like this forever.”

She nodded slowly. “I hope so.”

A brief silence followed, only the sound of cutlery and dishes kissing.

Susan finished the last of her food and pushed the plate away with a content sigh.

“Okay,” she said, stretching slightly. “I feel like a human being again.”

“That’s reassuring.” I laughed.

She glanced at me, her expression softening just a little. “Thanks,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow. “For the food?”

“For not making me feel worse,” she clarified.

I nodded. “You didn’t need that.”

“No,” she agreed. “I didn’t.”

She stood up, grabbing her plate and walking toward the sink.

“I’ll wash this,” she announced casually.

I stared at her.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Susan?” I asked. It was incredulous, absolutely incredulous that Susan would willingly do her dish. 

She laughed lightly. “Just don’t get used to it, alright?”

“Too late. I’m documenting this moment.” I replied, eyes wide and mouth open, like I was mentally recording the moment.

She shook her head, rinsing the plate.

“What plans do you have for the day?” She asked, glancing at me.

I shrugged, thinking it over. “We've had enough meddling in drama, and involving in drama for the weekend. So, why don't we just chill and stay in? You'll put on some clothes and we could binge watch a series.” 

She turned around and grinned. “You mean, I can't walk around in a towel for the rest of the day?” 

I groaned.