All Chapters of 1001 Ways to Make My Husband Cheat: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

[Maria] I've spent the last few days reading the cooking encyclopedia I bought but never had the chance to finish it.For days, I've been thinking about how to get rid of this guilt without having to cancel my plan.  I was already too deeply invested. I figured I should do something for him, just like he did something for me. I don't know what else he likes about me besides my cooking. Well, whether he was lying or not, he did say he liked it, didn't he? The very first cooking I made, fried rice.Of course, I'm self-aware enough not to immediately assume I have some kind of talent. Still, I think I could make something that suits his taste. After all, food preferences are personal. Maybe our tastes just happen to align, that's all.

[Maria] “Maria. Where did you go?” Damian’s voice came through my phone.Either Ines or James must have reported it to him.I pressed my lips together, thinking of an answer. But there wasn’t one convincing enough.“Just somewhere.”“Where?”“You don’t need to know.”“I do need to know.”I wanted to tell him it was none of his business, but me learning how to cook had everything to do with Damian.“Why are you being like this? Am I not allowed to have activities

[Hannah] “Where do you think you’re going?”Kevin nearly stepped back on instinct when Hannah’s voice startled him at the bus stop.His eyes, which had been focused on the phone in his hand, shifted to Hannah’s arm stretched across the support pole, blocking his path.She looked like she was about to rob someone.Kevin took off his headphones and let them dangle around his neck.“What do you want?” he asked, slipping his phone into his pocket. Then he crossed his arms over his chest as if protecting himself.Hannah grabbed his arms and straightened them.

 [Hannah] “Oh no, Hannah...” Liz winced, covering her mouth.“Sorry, sorry. It wasn’t on purpose.” Kevin quickly grabbed some napkins and held them out to Hannah.But Hannah didn’t take them.Her brain froze for a moment as she looked down at her white blouse stained with coffee.Her house was only ten minutes away, but walking around in a dirty, wet, sticky blouse would be both embarrassing and uncomfortable.Trying to clean it in the bakery restroom wasn’t really an option either. She knew they didn’t have proper soap for washing clothes. And she didn’t want to walk around

[Maria] “You’re right. I should have said thank you,” I said while reaching for his arm.Right now, all I could think about was that I needed to calm him down and reassure him first.Besides, Damian was right. Thinking about it, I hadn’t really thanked him since he got injured. For some reason, I don’t know why that sentence never really occurred to me.Maybe it’s because “thank you” is something I say when I get what I want, and clearly, his injury wasn’t something I wanted at all.“About my hand, I’ll tell you someday, not now,” I said softly. “But you really don’t need to worry about it. It’s a completely different situation. I just