The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 158

"You told me before that ribs are your favorite, right? Come on. Try this," Abigail said cheerfully, seemingly unaware of the grimace on my face. Her smile remained unwavering as she eagerly waited for me to take a bite.

I knew she'd get upset if I didn't eat it, so I forced myself to get past the disgust and took a bite of the ribs. The flavor was fragrant and tangy, but the strong taste of cilantro overwhelmed me, making me gag.

To make it worse, the doctor had warned me that my body was too weak to handle such rich or heavy foods. Eating something like this could mess with my system and might even make me faint.

I fought back the nausea and tried to swallow it quickly, but the strong flavor lingered in my mouth, making it impossible to ignore.

Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore. I bent over and threw up into the trash can.

Sure enough, Abigail's face darkened like a thundercloud. She glared at me.

"What's the meaning of this?" she asked, her voice dripping with anger. "I went to the grocery store, picked out the ingredients myself, and spent an hour cooking them. If you don't want to eat them, you could just say so. You don't need to treat me like this!"

Furious, Abigail didn't even give me a chance to explain. She grabbed the plates and dumped the entire meal into the trash.

"Are you happy now?" she said, her voice thick with frustration.

I didn't say a word. I just sat in the chair, rinsing my mouth with water, desperate to get rid of the awful taste. But to Abigail, it probably looked like I was throwing a fit.

She glared at me, clearly annoyed, and snapped, "Samuel, what are you trying to pull here?"

I slowly lifted my head, meeting her angry gaze.

How ridiculous. She didn't care at all about my weakened state or whether I could handle her "kindness".

She was completely focused on herself, thinking that just because she cooked me a meal, I should be incredibly grateful to her. I couldn't stand the taste of cilantro and was allergic to mangoes, but to her, I was just being difficult.