Behind The Divorce
Chapters 1. Anniversary

💌 Happy 3rd wedding anniversary, dear husband. Don't come home late tonight because I have something for you! See you tonnage.

Caitlyn gave a small smile as her message was sent to her husband, though it did not appear to be a blue tick there yet. The beautiful woman put her phone back on the nightstand, then rushed out of the room after exhaling so long and heavy.

Every time his feet stepped up to the doorstep of the room, Caitlyn seemed to have prepared with all the bad possibilities she would face. Therefore, long breaths and gusts have been a concern for him for the past three years.

As soon as she came out and closed the door, Caitlyn made sure that the mask she was wearing was safe. That raised chin was not a sign of arrogance, but the way he faced the world.

“Halo, Miss. Do you need anything?” greet a servant. Seeing the young mistress of this house who had suddenly appeared in the kitchen, Dita immediately approached, while the other servants swiftly lowered their head.

“Ah, no, Dita. I just want to borrow your work area. Can?” Caitlyn answered the question of the servant who had been quite close to her during her time in this house.

Instead of answering, Dita asked back because she knew exactly that without her permission though, the woman was free to use the area with all its contents, right? Even rummaging through the place, no one would dare to ban it.

“Can I and others help, Miss?” ask Dita expectantly. It is no secret that Caitlyn too often refused the help of the servants if they want to make something.

Caitlyn chuckled lightly at Dita's question as she stepped towards the pantry. All the compact servants raised their gazes as if preparing to take orders. That made Caitlyn even more nervous. She was well aware that the servants were worried about themselves if her husband saw this.

Wh why? Is her husband that loving to the point of not willing his wife to cook? Was the man afraid of his wife getting hurt and tired? Answer, no! The fact that happened, the man was actually afraid of being poisoned by his wife.

Ah, talking about that cold and haughty man made Caitlyn even more impatient for the night to come.

“Alright! But just prepare the ingredients, yeah. Let me finish my job,” replied Caitlyn. In the next instant, Caitlyn began to mention what materials she needed, and the ministry rushed to get everything ready.

The beautiful woman then clipped her hair, then tied the apron strap on her neck and prepared to carry out her mission. Caitlyn was seen starting to focus on fighting with the ingredients and cookware in front of her, while some servants including Dita remain standing ready behind him–accompanies and standby when there are other things that the young lady needs.

The sweat now looks adorn the beautiful face that is not wrapped in makeup. His hands occasionally lifted in order to dispel the almost dripping circles. Does Caitlyn look like she's trying to give her best through her cooking? Sure oes. This is a wedding gift for her husband. One of? Yes, one of the. This means that there are other gifts.

Caitlyn's focus is a little sidetracked when Dita hands her the kitchen phone. Caitlyn looked at Dita with her eyebrows raised.

“Em .. sorry, Miss. Young Master would like to talk to you.”

Ah, surely some missed calls are already on my phone screen.

Without answering any more, Caitlyn immediately received the call and pinned it between her right ear and shoulder. The woman spoke while continuing her work.

📲 “Ha–”

📲 “How dare you ignore my call.”

A heavy voice peppered with small groans rang out on the other end of the phone. Caitlyn just smiled broadly.

📲 “I'm not holding a phone, Al. I'm in the kitchen–”

📲 “Ck, you shouldn't bother like this. You can order it or have the waiter prepare it, right?”

📲 “No need to worry, babe. Remember if it's our wedding anniversary and I want to give you this little gift.”

A small laugh rang out in Caitlyn's ear.

📲 “You sure it's just a wedding anniversary gift not because you miss me?”

📲 “Do you mind that?”

📲 “Not really. Ok, do your best. Your request will be granted. See you.”

The phone call ended and Caitlyn returned the kitchen phone to Dita. The woman refocused on finishing the work that stayed a little longer. However, not long after, the appearance of her mother-in-law messed up Caitlyn's once good mood.

“You are indeed suitable if you continue to use the apron. Beautiful and decent looking,” Sania quipped.

The servants immediately lowered their heads and some even immediately bailed to leave the place. Not disrespectful, but Sania's sharp glances were an order for them to leave immediately leaving Caitlyn to work alone. However, not with Dita who was assigned directly to always accompany Caitlyn.

“All women deserve to use it, Ma. Moreover, a wife who does not work and only expects money from her husband.” No less spicy satire turned Caitlyn. “I don't want to just spend Lean's money without being able to do something for her, Ma. How is it different from me?” Caitlyn raised her funding and immediately met with Sania's sharp gaze.

A small etched smile adorned her thin lips making Sania feel defeated then clenched her hands so tightly. The eyes of the two did not move as if they were attacking each other. Fortunately, Caitlyn's work is almost finished and just waiting for one last dish to be served.

“Oh, yes. Right enough. Especially a wife who has no children. She had to work hard to please her husband and in-laws. If not .. resentment and the label of the useless wife it will be attached to her. Isn't that right, Caitlyn dear?” he stabbed Caitlyn in the heart.

The situation has now turned around. Caitlyn was speechless while Sania smiled triumphantly. Dita who was there just silent like a living statue as if not listening to anything. All the maids in the house were without exception, knowing that the big madam and the young mistress of the house did not get along with each other. The scene that was happening right now was no longer new to them.

“Do you want to burn this house down, huh?” snapped Sania so hard. The middle-aged woman pointed at the dessert that had been scorched to cause quite thick smoke there.

Caitlyn had just regained consciousness and was about to turn off the stove, but Dita had already moved quickly. Ah, he was too fixated on the words of Sania who always succeeded in hurting him.

“Learn again there if it can't work properly yet. Don't let this house burn down just because of your carelessness!” sania continued on fire.

Caitlyn took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He then asked Dita to arrange the pre-finished food in a special room, on the 2nd floor. Yes, tonight Caitlyn is only cooking in small quantities specifically for her and her husband. The two in-laws and the other family ate the dishes prepared by the maids on the first floor.

By the time Dita left the kitchen and headed for the 2nd floor, Caitlyn looked back at her mother-in-law with both hands folded over her chest.

“It looks like you forgot this one fact, Mama-in-law. Let me remind you again.” Caitlyn patted both her palms as if cleaning from the remnants of dirt after cooking, then she approached Sania. “This house and all its contents have been the rights of my husband completely not only Sanjaya Group. Even if I burned it down in the blink of an eye, my husband would not comment and would only build a new house that was much grander than the one you are currently in, beloved Mama-in-law”

Sania was silenced and it made Caitlyn smile victorious then rushed after Dita, leaving Sania in a stifled emotion.

...TBC...

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