Lahat ng Kabanata ng Winning My Ex Wife: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 136

Sandra’s pov“This… this whatever you think this is, or was… You need to stop it. It’s not good for the kitchen. It’s not good for the team.”Even all the insults that Charlotte had thrown my way were nothing when compared to what she was doing to me right now. I felt hurt.“So you should probably go,” she said, her voice firm again, back to being Chef. “We can talk about whatever this is tomorrow. And one more thing, keep things professional next time. Please don’t stalk me to my house. It’s creepy.”I nodded, because what else could I do? Argue with her? Plead? Show her how true it was? Just more unprofessionalism. Just another sign of how sick I was.“Okay,” I said, tasting that word. “Okay. I’ll… see you then.”I turned to the exit and fumbled for the door handle, my eyes were blurry. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I pulled the door open and walked out into a sterile hall lit in the cool night air. The door clicked softly behind me. I slowly walked out of the building and went

Edward’s povShe sighed and looked away from me. “It’s just business, Edward. People get jealous. They want what you have. It’s not exactly an original concept.”Her calm was maddening. Couldn’t she see this wasn’t some stupid case of jealousy? “That’s not the point, Eloise. It was all ready to go. It’s so convenient how the board called a meeting right after your show and accused you of this madness. We should just go to security.” I took another few steps before stopping in front of her and grabbing her arm, hard enough for her to have no choice but to follow me. “Please,” I said quietly. “Please, Eloise, let’s just go back and see what happened after that part of you being in the kitchen ended. Outside the kitchen, there must be some footage. It will show us who entered there and caused that chaos.”Finally, she looked up at me, an expression in her eyes like anguish. It took a while before she nodded.“Okay,” she said flatly.I smiled and led the way as we walked out of the room

Sandra’s povThe kitchen’s heat hit me like a physical wall, a familiar blanket of sizzling fats, searing meat, and shouting. It usually felt like home, but it didn’t feel that way anymore. Now it felt like a crime scene, and I was in the middle of it. Gosh, I felt so stupid for allowing myself to be used by that bitch Charlotte. I looked across the large kitchen and saw her—Eloise. She looked… powerful and in control—everything I was about to undermine.‘Just get another major crime from Charlotte,’ I told myself, the words from my own internal point of view feeling foreign like it wasn’t me. ‘Then you give Edward everything. Then you’re the hero. Not the villain.’I moved through the organized chaos on autopilot, grabbing a tasting spoon, checking a sauce. My hands were shaking. Charlotte’s voice was a looped recording in my head. ’A little salt in the meals. It’s not exactly rocket science.’The meal was right there. In a metal pot, pale and perfect. Eloise’s signature dish. One d