Nadia Dinner was torture. I stood by the counter, serving the food as they ate. Simone made a face after her first bite of the roast. "This is very dry," she said, pushing her plate away. She dabbed at her lips with a napkin. "Honestly, Nadia, how long have you been cooking and you still can’t get it right? No wonder the kids are always complaining about your food.""She cooks like a robot," Lucas laughed. "With no flavor, and no love. Just robot food.""She doesn’t love us," Isabella added with a smirk, looking at Simone. "She cried last night because Dad gave her a necklace. It was so dramatic. You’d never act like that, Mom.""No, I wouldn’t," Simone agreed, her smile aimed directly at me. "Some women just aren’t built to handle this life."I didn’t defend myself. I didn’t argue. I didn’t even speak. I just removed my apron, folded it on the counter, and walked out of the kitchen. Their laughter echoed behind me as I went to the guest room. I grabbed my suitcase, packed my th
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