“Enough with the fucking drama Elena, do as I say! You are my wife, all these household chores are your fucking job!” I did not speak a word and looked at Xander who just stood there quite surprised when I sighed, my breath shaky.
When I was married Xander, my mother-in-law gave me tips to impress him, one of which was learning culinary skills of savory light foods because my husband couldn’t tolerate spice.
With time I eventually had to cook not only for my husband but also for the mafia delegates that came for an important deal to impress them as ordered by Xander no matter how sick I was.
But today I knew he wanted me to cook for Diana for he had marked the calendar for her birthday.
She was the princess while I was the one who should serve her.
“Xander, since all I to you is a bed warmer who should obey you, I will listen to your commands this time too.” Xander’s eyes widened as his movements froze when I said it.
“Elena…” There was nothing to listen to in our relationship.
At that moment he was a stranger whom I just had to obey and not my husband with whom I can complain and argue but also can communicate.
“Elena, wait.”
“Since you have blocked my number, please email me if you need anything.” When he stood there stunned with the indifference in my voice, I closed the door and went out.
I opened my phone trying hard to not let it get to me but when I saw hundreds of calls initiated from my side and most of them either rejected or missed by Xander, a miserable laugh left my lips.
This would be my last cooked meal for him.
It was already late when I received a call from an unknown number, for Xander earlier tried calling me multiple times only for the calls to directly go to the voicemail.
"Elena! Where are you?! Why weren’t you picking up?” He sounded almost as if he cared if I lived or died.
I was collecting the divorce papers from my personal attorney who sought them quickly.
“I am at the headquarters; do you need anything?”
My question was answered with a pause as if Xander found it difficult to believe that I wasn’t happy to receive his call and just thought that he would only call when there was a need.
“I just…. wanted to thank you for the meal, it is as delicious as ever.” Xander gently said.