Chapter 42 Chapter 14.3
Days passed, and I focused on my work. But I noticed that my coworkers always seemed startled whenever I called their names. They no longer saw me as a colleague—now they treated me like their boss just because I was Desmond’s wife. I didn’t want them to act that way, I just wanted them to treat me normally. But no matter how many times I told them to call me by my name, they still wouldn’t. Only Kyla did.
I stared blankly at my computer screen, feeling unmotivated. I was hungry and craving egg pie. Where could I buy one?
“Heaven,” Kyla called. I turned to her.
“What is it?” I asked. She pulled something out from under her desk.
“I made egg pie for you. Sir Desmond said you’re pregnant, so I thought of baking one. Don’t worry, it’s healthy.”
I sat up straight and looked at what she handed me. I had just been thinking about egg pie—and now here it was!
“You’re heaven-sent, Kyla. You know, I was just wondering where I could buy one. Thank you so much!” I said happily.
“Good thing that’s what you’re craving today. I hope you like it,” she said with a smile.
I wanted to eat it right away, but it was still working hours. I didn’t want any special treatment just because my husband was the boss.
“Thanks again, I’ll just put this in the fridge first,” I said, standing up. I went to Desmond’s office to keep it there. He wasn’t around—probably in a meeting.
I returned to my desk, but all I could think about was the egg pie. My mouth was watering. I checked the time—why did it feel like the clock was moving so slowly? My stomach started growling from hunger, and I couldn’t wait to eat Kyla’s egg pie. I was going to finish all of it myself—no sharing.
When lunch break finally came, I was overjoyed. I even stood up first.
“I’ll go ahead, Kyla. I’m too excited to eat the egg pie you gave me,” I said, and she smiled. I wanted to run to Desmond’s office, but I reminded myself I was pregnant and needed to be careful.
When I got to his office, I headed straight to the fridge—but then I saw Desmond at his desk, already eating.
“You’re out early today,” Desmond said, but I didn’t answer. I was too busy looking for my egg pie. I knew exactly where I had placed it earlier—so why was it gone?
“What are you looking for?” he asked.
“Did you see the egg pie I put here? I left it this morning,” I said without looking at him.
“This one?” he asked. I turned to look—and my blood boiled when I saw he had already eaten half of it.
“I thought it was mine. You never put food in my fridge, so I figured it was for me. Sorry, it just looked so good,” He was explaining himself, but it was as if my vision turned dark. I grabbed his hair in anger, shocking him.
“Why did you eat it?! You could’ve at least asked me first! That was my egg pie!” I shouted furiously.
“Ah—it hurts!” Desmond yelped, but I didn’t care. He stood up and tried to hold my hand that was gripping his hair.
“I didn’t know it was yours! I’ll buy you another one—just let go, it hurts!” he pleaded, but I was too angry. My eyes fell on the half-eaten egg pie, and tears welled up. I’d been so excited to eat it.
“What is going on here?” a voice said. Desmond turned to the door, and I looked too—it was Grandma. My lip jutted out like a child who’d just lost her candy.
“What are you two doing? Are you fighting?” she asked. I couldn’t help it; tears started falling. Desmond tried to reach out to comfort me, but I smacked his hand away.
“Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to. I’ll replace it. I’ll buy you lots of egg pies,” he said softly, but I just cried harder.
“What did you do to your wife, Desmond?” Grandma scolded. Desmond rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.
“Grandma, I didn’t know it was hers. I ate it,” he admitted.
Grandma marched up to him and started lightly hitting him with a rolled-up paper.
“Don’t touch food that isn’t yours! Especially when your wife’s pregnant and craving! You naughty boy!” she scolded. Desmond shielded himself with his arms as she kept smacking him.
“I’ll buy you a new one, I promise,” Desmond said to me, but I glared at him.
“Don’t bother! I don’t even want to eat anymore. You already ate what I was craving. I hope that egg pie filled you up! You’re so annoying!” I yelled and stood up. As I was about to storm out, he grabbed my hand.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’ll ask you next time. Do you want me to buy you lots of egg pies?”
“You think it’ll taste the same as the one I had?! Don’t buy any—I’ll just throw them in your face!” I shouted and left his office, furious.
I stayed in the pantry for a while to cool off. I couldn’t even eat because of how upset I was, and I couldn’t focus on work anymore, so I decided to go home early. I didn’t want anyone else getting caught up in my bad mood.
Later that afternoon, Desmond came home. I saw him from the corner of my eye but didn’t look at him. I just hugged my pillow and kept my eyes on the TV.
He approached me and placed a paper bag on the center table.
“I’m sorry for eating your egg pie earlier. Kyla made that, didn’t she? I sent her home early so she could bake you another one. It’s freshly made—same recipe, same taste,” he said sweetly.
My anger started to fade. He took out a plate and spoon, cut a slice, and handed it to me. I glared at him but took it anyway.
The moment I tasted it, I smiled. I know it was just as good as the first one. Desmond was watching me with a smile, but his smile faded when I looked at him.
“I promise, I’ll never touch anything in the fridge again. I’m sorry,” he said sincerely.
I just nodded and continued eating my egg pie.