My Husband’s Cooking Bites Me Chapter 06

My Husband’s Cooking Bites Me Chapter 06

I didn’t even turn on the light. 

I carefully shut the kitchen door behind me and 

opened the fridge. 

The thing I’d seen before was tucked away in the 

back corner. 

I slowly moved everything piled over it out of the 

way. 

Just as my fingers touched the container, a voice 

came from behind me. 

“Babe, what are you doing in the kitchen this late?” 

My whole body jerked. 

Only then did I realize Thomas was standing 

behind me without making a sound. 

In the dark, he looked like a demon, as if he could 

swallow me into the darkness at any second. 

I was terrified. 

But I still forced a smile and held up the ice water 

in my hand. 

“I haven’t felt right since dinner. It got really bad 

just now, so I came for some ice water.” 

Thomas walked toward me. 

“The doctor told you to stay away from anything 

ice–cold. Come on, babe. You need to listen to the 

doctor.” 

“Okay. I know.” 

He took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. 

Even after I lay down again, my heart was still 

pounding. 

Thomas had always been a heavy sleeper. 

He needed three alarms just to wake up in the 

morning. 

I’d clearly heard his slow, even breathing before I 

got out of bed. 

So why had he woken up at the exact moment I 

reached the fridge? 

Unless… 

Had he been pretending? 

I knew Thomas was hiding something. 

And now I knew it had something to do with me. 

My body wouldn’t stop trembling. 

I had to find a chance to figure out the truth. 

It was almost morning before I finally felt sleepy. 

When I woke up, it was already eleven. 

Thomas brought me a bowl of vegetable soup. 

It looked light and healthy, the kind of thing that 

should’ve been easy on my stomach. 

But the second I saw it, my body started reacting 

again. 

“Babe, I know you’re not feeling well, so I made your 

some vegetable soup. Have a little, then take your 

herbal medicine.” 

I stared at the steaming soup, and a sudden wave 

of hurt washed over me. 

Before I found what he’d hidden in the fridge, I’d 

kept quiet about how bad I felt because I was 

afraid of hurting his pride. 

Now that I knew he was the reason I felt this way, I 

still couldn’t say a word. 

I was afraid he’d realize I’d figured something out. 

After all these years together, I couldn’t even tell him the truth anymore. 

When it was finally time to settle the score, I wouldn’t go easy on him. 

I forced down the burning sensation and drank 

half the bowl of soup. 

Then I told Thomas I had some work to handle 

and shut myself inside the study. 

The first thing I did was contact a private 

investigator. 

[I need you to look into my husband. How soon 

can you get it done?] 

The reply came almost immediately. 

[One day.] 

I deleted the chat history with the private investigator. 

Then I spent the rest of the day lying on the 

balcony lounger in the sun. 

By sunset, Thomas came over and draped a 

blanket around me. 

“Ellie, why are you crying?” 

I wiped the corner of my eye. 

Only then did I realize I really was crying. 

“Nothing. I had a dream about when we first met.” 

“Things were so good back then.” 

Thomas fell quiet, like he was remembering it too. 

After a while, he said, 

“Yeah. They were.” 

“I still remember when we first started working 

after graduation. My supervisor chewed me out my very first month.” 

“You worked your butt off for three months, landed 

a project he’d been after, and nailed it.” 

“After that, you became my manager. Nobody 

gave me a hard time anymore.” 

“Then you quit when we had our son. People at work started giving me a hard time again, and eventually I got fired.” 

Thomas lowered his head. 

“Ellie…” 

“I’m pretty useless, aren’t I?” 

“No.” 

“Never.” 

I smiled faintly. 

And I meant it.