---- "Angel, when Pete finishes cooking, I'll secretly share some with you. Just don't throw tantrums and make him angry!" "Such a good man - you should treasure him!" Hearing this, Pete coldly ordered, "Angel, Mary's been craving mac and cheese since yesterday. Make it" They say a man is most attractive when focused on his work Pete's devoted attention to making bird's nest soup for Mary had her eyes sparkling with admiration, giving her the confidence to provoke me. Since Marys return, he'd grown increasingly comfortable ordering me around. Remembering my recent miscarriage, his tone softened, "You can just teach me how. 'Il do it. This would be the last meal I'd cook for him - consider it a farewell, Pete seemed about to speak, but ultimately couldnt resist Mary's "I'm so bored." The gasps from the study merged rhythmically with my chopping sounds. Perhaps mindful of my presence, they didn't carry on for long Mary deliberately rolled up her sleeves to help me, revealing a tattoo. The tattoo looked familiar - Pete had a matching one in an intimate place. ---- How laughable that he'd claimed it was tattooed for me. "Angel, Pete loves me desperately, while you're only fit to be our servant As she spoke, her knife fell on my hand, dark red blood gushing out, dripping onto the cheese. Mary screamed, deliberately cutting her own hand. "Angel, why would you do this to me?"