When Viz entered the dining room, he was surprised to see all his favorite dishes already set on the table. Nessa peeked from the kitchen and smiled at him, carrying a tray with another dish and approached the table to place it down. Her hair was neatly tied back in a bun. She also wore a classic apron over her sundress.
This woman was his wife.
He glanced at the wedding ring on her ring finger.
Still his wife.
But he was fully determined to proceed with their separation.
“Come on, Viz, have a seat. I made all your favorites.”
“No, I should be at the office by 11AM.” He woke up late because he and Nessa had been intimate until the early hours. It was amazing that his wife still had the energy to prepare all his favorite dishes despite both of them being sleep-deprived.
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