The Thanksgiving Revenge

Synopsis

Seven years into my marriage with Marcel Faulkner, his mother, Nancy Faulkner, still insisted on inviting his ex-wife, Kenna Schultz, over for Thanksgiving dinner. As soon as she arrived, Marcel rushed over and started chatting with her about how things had been. Elyse Faulkner, who still wouldn't accept me as her stepmom, hugged her and said, "Mom, I missed you so much, even more than Dad." Then Nancy dragged me to the kitchen. "Come on and cook dinner. Kenna loves salmon and seafood. Marcel bought them early this morning. Make them nice." I turned to Marcel. "I'm allergic to seafood. Don't you remember?" Marcel's expression changed, but he didn't comfort me like he used to. Instead, he sounded a bit impatient. He said, "I didn't say you had to eat it. Can't you just cook it? Don't be so dramatic. You've managed it for the past six years, haven't you? "Think about the timing if you're going to throw a fit. Today is Thanksgiving, a day for family to come together. It makes sense that Mom invited Kenna to celebrate with us." The last bit of hope I had vanished. I nodded and smiled, "Right, it's your family reunion. Let's get a divorce." Marcel froze, his face full of disbelief. "You're going to divorce me just because Kenna was invited to Thanksgiving? "It's not like I invited her. Why are you taking it out on me?" I put away the agreement about the huge overseas inheritance I was going to surprise him with and said lightly, "Because I don't belong in your family."