SWNOVELXO Chapter 4: Called
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Irina only smiled plainly at Clyde before leaving the room. The warm sunlight spilled into the hallway as she exited, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her.
Heading to the kitchen, she began preparing a small breakfast for themselves, the savory aroma of sizzling eggs and bacon wafting through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. The kitchen was bathed in a warm, golden light, the sunlight streaming through the window and highlighting the carefully arranged breakfast.
As she set up the table, the dishes and utensils sparkled in the morning light, creating a sense of warmth and invitation. The eggs were perfectly cooked, the yolks a deep golden yellow, and the bacon was crispy and golden brown. The toast was perfectly toasted, with a subtle crunch that added texture to the meal. It wasn't until she was finished setting up the table that Clyde came downstairs, his tall frame filling the doorway.
"Clyde dear, I prepared breakfast.." Irina said, her voice filled with warmth and anticipation. But Clyde merely glanced at Irina, his eyes flicking over her before picking up his coat and wearing it. The coat's dark fabric seemed to absorb the light around it, creating a somber tone.
"The Lu family are organizing a dinner this evening, Mrs. Lu said she called," Clyde said, his voice devoid of emotion. Irina nodded, her smile still plastered on her face. "Yes."
"Then I will ask Yosef to send you a tailored evening gown from the Lu special designer. Don't you dare embarrass me at the party" Those were the last words Irina heard before Clyde left the room, the door closing behind him with a soft thud.
Irina stood there, frozen in uncertainty, as the warmth of the kitchen seemed to dissipate. The abandoned breakfast lay before her, the eggs and bacon growing cold, the toast losing its crunch. She didn't know if she should be overwhelmed or happy. The food that had been prepared with love now seemed bland and unappetizing, the flavors muted by her aching heart.
As she ate in silence, her gaze fell upon the phone's screen, the words blurring together as her mind reeled with the implications of the message she had received after Clyde left. The screen's soft glow seemed to mock her, it was telling her the uncertainty that lay ahead. The kitchen,that was once filled with warmth and promise, now felt empty and cold.
She coldly smiled at the content of the message, she didn't know she was this disliked by her own husband, but she wanted to see if he would prefer her wearing his mistresses gown for the evening dinner.