Chapter Thirty-nine

Clarissa stood in her spacious, luxurious kitchen, adorned with high-end appliances and polished marble countertops.

Dressed in a designer apron, she expertly cracked the eggs for her gourmet omelet, adding a sprinkle of fresh herbs from the herb garden outside her window.

The fragrant aroma of the dish wafted through the pristine room, filling it with a delectable scent.

Just as she was about to add the cooked asparagus and fried bacon mixed with some gruyere cheese over half of the omelet, a groan from behind her interrupted her culinary indulgence.

She turned around to find her husband, Reynold, draped with a towel over his neck. "Oh... Good morning honey," she said with a smile beaming on her face.

Instead of reciprocating her smile, Reynold looked at her with a frown etching on his face and asked, "What are you doing at home?"

Clarissa was taken aback by the question but quickly regained her composure.

She flipped the other half of the omelet to the other side and served it on a