Michael was used to lightly seasoned, healthy meals. It wasn't that he was picky—it was just that he truly couldn't get used to the heavy flavors of takeout food."You're going to cook for me?" Hearing Winnie say this, his face lit up. "Isn't that too much trouble for you?""It's fine. I'll cook for you, and you can cook for me too," Winnie said calmly."Okay," Michael nodded, his eyes full of anticipation, as if she had just promised him something incredible.Winnie lowered her head. She had steeled herself mentally, but barely a few steps into reality, the weight of the situation hit her.She hadn't answered the calls from Mr. and Mrs. Olson, who had been messaging her all day, urging her to divorce Michael and come back home. Otherwise, they warned, Michael would suffer, and even if she left the Olson family, she would end up sharing the hardship—both sides losing, and all for nothing.Winnie knew they didn't really want her to leave; they wanted to keep her under control. Tho
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