Had he been nervous because he thought I was going to force him to marry me, or because he thought I found out that he was going to marry his secretary, Jenny Stone?
“I brought you your favorite cake from that bakery you like. Do you want to have it now?” Isaac asked.
For a while now, Isaac would always come home from work with a delicious snack for me. Even though most of the things he brought back didn’t suit my palate, his gesture made me feel giddy with love.
The feeling of being thought of and cared for by the man I loved was far more important than the taste of the food.
But now, as I stared at the cake box, I felt nothing but mockery.
Not too long ago, I saw Jenny sharing several Instagram stories, turning their settings from private to public. After flipping through the first few, I couldn’t take going through any more of them.
Only then did I realize what a joke I was.
It turned out the cake was Jenny’s favorite–and that wasn’t all. All of the snacks and desserts Isaac brought back for me were all her favorites.
What saddened me the most was when I realized that Isaac’s habit of coming home from work with a snack for me only began after Jenny started working for him.
Who was he thinking of when he gave me all that food? Was it still me, Victoria Carter, or did he imagine I was Jenny?
Swallowing the bitterness I felt, I responded coolly, “I don’t have a sweet tooth. Sweet things are too cloying. You can stop buying them for me.”
Isaac didn’t expect me to react this way. Startled, he said, “How so? You’ve always eaten them.
We had been together for many years now. If he truly cared about me, why wouldn’t he have noticed my likes and dislikes when it came to food?
Alas, it was tiring to repeat myself too many times. Compromising was easier.
I didn’t bother to argue with him. Instead, I simply said, “My palate has changed recently.”
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