Only Way to Say Sorry
She gave me a knowing glance, as though waiting for me to say something.
"The food's ready," I said, my face impassive as I removed my apron.
Rebecca walked toward the table, glancing briefly at the dishes, then back at me. She noticed the cut on my hand and rushed forward, concern flashing in her eyes.
"What happened? How could you be so careless? Get the iodine!"
I calmly pulled my hand away from hers and looked at her, my expression colder than before.
"Alright, since I'm done cooking, it's time for me to talk about something important. Rebecca, let's get a divorce."
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