Semua Bab I Tried To Be A Good Girl, But My Past Won’t Stay Burried: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The second I stormed through the restaurant doors, I didn't care who stared. My voice carried loud enough to rattle the glassware. "Mr. Davis? Where are you?! Get out here!" The waiter practically sprinted toward me, face pale. "Ms. Martin, you're finally here." "Where's the boss?" I demanded. "He... had some family business. He's in another city." I slammed my hand down on the counter. "How the hell is this fucker running his business? Does he even care?" The waiter lowered his voice. "Well... you don't know this, but the head chef at the restaurant across the street—he was an apprentice here once. He stole the recipes on our menu." My eyes widened. "What?" "Yeah. Thankfully, it was only one or two sessions. He never learned directly from you, just from the chefs you taught." I exhaled through my nose, calming just a notch. "So it's secondhand. He won't be able to replicate the taste here even if he tried." A sharp grin cut across my face. "That fat girl's place isn't going

"What?! You're leaving town?!" Mr. Davis gasped, shock written all over his face. "Yeah, I'm waiting until busy season is over then I'm out," I said. "What do I do?" He asked. "What about my hotel and pork?!" "I came to discuss that with you. I'm busy today so I don't have time—so I'll give you this delivery for free. No more money, just as compensation. As for the pork supply... well, I'll figure it out. Don't cut my dividends—" "I know, but before you leave, let's have a farewell dinner. Maybe a drink at the bar," he suggested. "No thanks, I can't drink. I'm pregnant," I said. "What? Is it that doctor's?" He asked. "What're you trying to say? Who else would it be?" I snapped angrily before stomping off. To the end, this nerd in a suit was a pain in the ass. Good riddance. *** I walked into the appointment room where Will had just finished seeing a patient. "Kandy, why're you here? I told you that you need rest." "I ignored doctors' orders and got a second opinion just t

I chewed my food with the kind of vigor usually reserved for people who suspect their last meal might be tacos and a margarita. Hospitals did this to me — fluorescent lights, the smell of antiseptic, the tiny chairs that scream "sit and panic" — and suddenly I was ravenous. The beef skewers were doing God's work.A groan. Henry shifted. His eyelids fluttered like a sleep-deprived soap opera extra, then opened. I shoved a skewer behind my back and swallowed as if I hadn't been mid-feast, then grabbed his hand with theatrical relief."Honey! You finally woke up!" I gasped, milking the performance. "How do you feel? You don't know how worried I was. You've been knocked out for three days. I've had no food or drink! Fortunately you're ok!"His lip curled, the way it always did when he was trying to be noble and failing. "W-wipe the barbecue sauce off your mouth," he said, turning his head away from me.Oh, busted. I licked the corners of my mouth like a cartoon raccoon caught red-handed.

The motherfucker hadn't eaten for the last three days — well, five days really — but luckily not much food went to waste. I still wondered if he was hungry or if he was staging a hunger strike to frame me for abuse. Shit. Is he trying to die? I pushed the bedroom door open and checked his breathing like a mildly concerned mortician. He was breathing fine, thank God. "Wake up lazy," I said, shaking him. "Ahhh, Jenn-" I slapped him without thinking, and his eyes shot open. "AH!! What are you doing?" "Rose and shine." "What the hell are you doing?" he spat, then softened into childish petulance. "Wake up." "What are you bitching about?! Just leave me alone!" "I will once you fucking eat something!" I snapped. "The meals ready eat it! Or not I don't give a fuck!" I pinched his leg and watched him jump before walking out of the room. That counted as a leg-check for the day, right? What an ass. The guy had zero survival instincts; even if I did leave him, he'd die and I'd never get

Edward's voice started up like a broken record I couldn't swivel away from. "She's a lot smarter than I gave her credit for. You should really learn a thing or two from your wife bro, she definitely knows when to bow her head and avoid an unnecessary fight. And you have the nerve to say you'll look down on her? You're ridiculous." "Shut up," I hissed. It was all an act from her anyway. Everyone had turned their backs on me and it was only a matter of time before she did too. She was planning on divorcing me while keeping up the act of some devoted caretaker. I was sick of it. Edward kept on, smug as ever. "She doesn't even mind you being stuck in a bed. If I were her or anyone else I'd abuse you since you're powerless now. She's been doing whatever she can to cheer you up. Oh, can you believe she even asked me to help her get Jennie to help you out. I could barely believe what I was seeing bro. A wife asking the mistress for help with her husband? Isn't this humiliating for her? Wel