Todos los capítulos de His Little Favor Became My Last Straw: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"We need to talk." Calvin's voice came from the other side of the door.I didn't move."Open the door," he said.I didn't answer. A moment later, the doorknob turned, and he walked in.He stopped beside the bed and looked down at me. "Don't you think you're overreacting?"I sat up and leaned against the headboard. "Overreacting?""You're asking for a divorce over some breakfast? Don't you think this is ridiculous?" Calvin let out a dry laugh.I stared at him. We had been together for five years, but suddenly he felt like a total stranger. "You think this is ridiculous?""Isn't it? It was just breakfast. It's not like I cheated on you," Calvin replied, looking totally unapologetic."Then what counts as cheating to you?" I asked. "Sleeping together?"His brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? She's just a coworker.""A coworker who ate your homemade breakfast for three years?" I sneered."She has a sensitive stomach. Food from outside doesn't agree with her. Since

"Thanks, but I don't want it," I said, taking two steps to the side.Calvin followed me and shoved the bag into my hands. "I made this especially for you. Take it."I pushed the bag back to him. "I already said I don't want it.""What else do you want me to do?" he snapped. "I went out of my way to make you breakfast. Can't you at least give me a chance to make things right?""Make things right?" I almost laughed. "You made me breakfast once, and I'm supposed to be grateful and forgive you? I cooked dinner for you for five years. Did you ever even thank me?"Calvin's expression froze for a moment. "That's different.""How is it different? Oh, right. You can eat the dinner I cook, but the breakfast you make is apparently only for her.""I told you, I was just helping a coworker.""Then why didn't you make breakfast for the other men? Or the older women in your department? Why don't you help all the people at your company with sensitive stomachs?" I pressed.Calvin was at a loss

I went straight home after that.By the time I sent the photo in the family group chat, it was already past 9:00 pm.In the photo, his car was parked in the garage. The woman in the passenger seat was leaning toward him with her hand on his shoulder. He hadn't pulled away. Instead, he was tilting his head toward her with a smile.The garage was dim, but my phone's flash clearly captured their faces.Both our parents were in that group chat, along with a few close relatives.Once the photo was sent, I typed out a message."This was taken in our garage at 9:00 pm tonight. The woman in his car is that coworker of his with the sensitive stomach."Then I set my phone face down on the coffee table.The living room was dark, lit only by the faint glow from the kitchen. A moment later, my phone started buzzing, and I picked it up.Mom was the first to respond. "Who is that? What is she doing in his car?"Then my mother-in-law, Martha Baker, replied in the chat, "Oh my goodness, wha

Calvin's voice was full of anger and hurt, as if I were the one who had cheated."Where I go is none of your damn business.""If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back!" he barked.I turned to look at him. The living room light made his anger plain to see—his brows drawn together and his mouth twisted into a scowl."Fine." I opened the door and walked out.When the elevator reached the lobby, I stepped outside. A cool early-fall breeze brushed against my face. The flowers along the walkway were in bloom, their sweet fragrance drifting through the air.I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was Martha calling.I answered, "Hello?""Jolene, don't worry. I'll deal with Calvin," Martha said, her voice tight with concern. "If he's really betrayed you, I'll be the first to hold him accountable."I didn't know what to say, so I just hummed in acknowledgment."Stop fighting with him. Roger and I will come over tomorrow, and we'll talk

Ava Shaw.For three years, I had no idea what her name was. I didn't expect her to have the nerve to contact me. I stared at her message for a moment, my fingers hovering over the screen, wondering what she wanted to talk about. Was she going to apologize? Explain herself? Or beg for forgiveness?After a moment of hesitation, I replied, "Where?"She sent me the location of a cafe in a mall on the south side of town. I drove there and found her sitting at a table in the back, her against the wall.She looked nothing like the woman I'd imagined. There was nothing glamorous or seductive about her. She was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans with her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail and no makeup.Her lips were pale, and dark circles showed under her eyes. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were large and striking as she watched me walk over."What did you want to talk about?" I sat across from her and got straight to the point.Ava kept her head down, fidgeting with her hands