I forced myself to hold back the sting at the tip of my nose. Then, I raised my head to keep the tears in my eyes from falling and asked Henry, “Do you not know that I just donated 14 ounces of blood while pregnant? And now you want me to cook?”
The look of flattery on Henry’s face quickly darkened, and he spoke impatiently. “Why are you dragging this out? It’s just cooking, and you’re acting so reluctant. It’s just 14 ounces. If the doctor hadn’t limited the amount, I would have asked them to take even more!”
I looked at him in disbelief.
Tears finally streamed down my face uncontrollably.
“So in your eyes, I’m just a walking blood bank. Is that it? Then why did you even marry me in the first place?”
Henry looked at me, and a flicker of panic flashed in his eyes.
Just as he was about to comfort me, his phone rang.
Queenie’s delicate voice came through.
“I feel so awful, Henry. Can my sister cook for me? I know she just hates me and wants me dead. She probably wishes I would just disappear!”
From the phone, I could hear my parents quickly comforting her, followed by their scolding which was directed at me.
“Queenie, don’t cry. Stephanie will cook for you. If she refuses, I’ll kick her out of the family tomorrow!”
“Exactly. It’s just cooking. It’s not as if we’re asking her to die.”
Henry, who was already furious, suddenly grabbed my hair and yanked me toward the phone. He glared at me with bloodshot eyes.
“Are you going to do it or not? Answer Queenie now!”
I felt as if my scalp was being torn apart. The pain made my entire body tremble.
The man who I once saw as my savior was now like a demon. He was dragging me into an endless abyss.
I had completely lost all hope in him.
“I will. I’ll do it!” I forced the words through clenched teeth.
Only then did Henry release me. He gave me a cold, expressionless glance before taking his phone and walking onto the balcony.
