My Husband Killed Our Daughter For His Mistress
Chapter 3
His expression revealed a fleeting moment of panic, but he quickly regained his composure.
“I didn’t mean to keep things from you earlier. You know, Jolie is a single mom, and since we’re all old friends, it’s only natural to help each other out, right?”
“Sure, that makes sense.”
“That marriage certificate was just a prank Ezra pulled during his computer class. He really longs for a father figure, so he photoshopped it. You wouldn’t hold that against a kid, would you?”
“Of course not, I get it. You’ve always been a great dad to the kids.”
I could no longer stand his smug expression, so I turned away to serve the meal.
“Oh, by the way, honey, I’m going back to the Italian restaurant as head chef. You’ll have to get takeout from now on.”
“What? Why so suddenly? You’ve been a homemaker for a decade. Are you sure you can handle it?”
“Absolutely. Haven’t I been cooking for you every day? It's basically the same work—actually, it might even be more relaxing at the restaurant.”
Ford fell silent, clearly displeased, but I was done acting like the doting wife.
“This weekend, let’s have Jolie and her son over for Thanksgiving dinner. It’ll be a nice reunion with old friends.”
Back in the day, I pursued a Cordon Bleu certification for Ford because he had such sophisticated taste. He was particular about food texture and freshness—a true foodie. Eating takeout regularly would probably upset his stomach, but that’s no longer my concern. I was set to start working again.
Milan, the restaurant owner, greeted me warmly, giving a gentlemanly kiss to my hand.
“Valentina, it’s been ages! I’m honored to have you back as our head chef!”
Milan and I have a special connection; he was the one who facilitated my Cordon Bleu certification, and later his restaurant became a huge success.
I looked around and noticed the kitchen was buzzing with new faces.
“Why are there so many new apprentices here?”
“We’ve secured a huge contract! Harrods is hosting a banquet and specifically asked us to cater the event! Your timing couldn’t be better!”
“That’s amazing! When is it happening? How many guests are we serving? Any special menu requests?”
I was eager to make a grand comeback with this banquet!
“Their secretary will provide us with the details shortly. Oh, here comes the secretary now—”
Jolie strutted into the restaurant, wearing 3-inch heels and swinging her curvy hips.
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