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I certainly didn't throw her out or ask her to stay away from me. "Wow, since when did shrimp soup become fresh like this?" said Daren. Daren's shocked expression made me hold back my laughter. He was like a child who first tried the lemon, which tasted very sour "or is Lesley good with this soup?" repeated Daren. I'm still silent for my Daren, who turned into a very chatty person like this is enough.

"He's never peeled shrimp for me." The whole room went dead silent. Even Eric froze for a second. Then his anger snapped. "If you wanted shrimp, you could've just said so. I would've peeled as many as you wanted. But you've gone too far today. Get out. I don't want to see you right now." He grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the entrance of NovaCorp. I still shoved the freshly printed divorce papers at him, demanding he sign. Then the dizziness hit. Everything went black.

Dad's promotion dinner filled our home with guests. The burning in my throat grew stronger and stronger, as if countless needles were stabbing me from the inside. I clutched my neck and stumbled toward Mom, forcing out a hoarse, broken sound. "Mom... help..." Just now, Aunt Wendy had given me a pretty bunny-shaped puff pastry. I had eaten it without thinking. But it was filled with shrimp. Mom was holding a wineglass, smiling as she toasted Dad's supervisor.