Divorce Day: He Ran To His First Love Again

Synopsis

I had been married to Robert Wilson for three years, and in all that time, he hadn't come home more than thirty times. But this month, to bring soup to Mia Davis, he came back twenty days straight—every single day. Sometimes, I felt less like his wife and more like a high-end delivery person he had hired, someone whose only job was to cook and deliver Mia's custom-made soup. I took the ingredients out of the fridge, prepped everything, put it into the pressure cooker, added the seasoning, and let it simmer over low heat. Pretty soon, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of soup. It smelled delicious, but I had no appetite at all. Over the past three years, I had cooked for him day in and day out, and my skills had only gotten better. He had complimented me once. It was during our first year of marriage when I tried making his favorite BBQ ribs. He took a bite, his gaze turning distant, and said, "It tastes really similar." He never said who my cooking reminded him of, but I knew he meant Mia. From that day on, I never made BBQ ribs again. I didn't want to be anyone's stand-in, let alone copy her cooking. But I had forgotten one thing. I had always been her stand-in.