Three Years Too Late for Sorry，Just in Time for My Freedom novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Nicholas didn’t come home until dinnertime the next evening,

Usually, whenever he thought he might have upset me, he’d show up with some kind of apology gift.

Maybe flowers, or those fancy cupcakes 1 loved from that bakery with the insane wait times.

Tonight though, he walked in empty handed.

He mumbled some quick “hey” and sat down across from me to eat.

He’d barely took a few bites when he threw down his fork and then went off on me.

Jesus, this is too salty. Gabrielle, we’ve been married for three years and you still can’t tell if food’s seasoned right?”

I had no clue what had him so pissed off.

But apparently I was his punching bag tonight.

Today was the first time I felt like something had really changed between us.

Our housekeeper heard the yelling and came running out of the kitchen.

she looked terrified as she started apologizing.

‘I’m so sorry, Mr. Ashford. Mrs. Monroe wasn’t feeling well today, so I cooked dinner.”

‘Let me take these plates and make you something else right now.”

Nicholas looked like something got stuck in his throat.

His face went all weird and uncomfortable.

After a long pause, he just waved his hand.

Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”

Even after his little tantrum, Nicholas still wouldn’t look at me or say anything.

Despite blaming me for something that wasn’t even my fault.

Despite just screaming at me over nothing.

ike that was just normal. Like I should just sit there and take his crap.

put my fork down with enough noise to make a point.

Nicholas, do you really hate me?”

Iis head was down, but it seemed to shake for a second before he looked up.

His expression was unreadable.

Gabby, why would you even ask that? Look, I got a little loud back there. If I hurt your feelings, I’m sorry.”

But you’re home all day anyway. Maybe you could handle stuff like dinner instead of always always bothering Maria.”

stared straight into his eyes, trying to see something there.

‘I’m your wife, not your maid. And I sure as hell am not Evangeline’s maid. I’m done cooking.”

Bingo. The second I said Evangeline’s name, his eyes blazed with anger.

He shot

up

from his chair.

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Three Years Too Late for Sorry, Just in Time for My Freedom

Chapter 3

“Our problems have nothing to do with her. Why do you always have to bring Evangeline into everything?”

“You’re being completely irrational.”

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Three Years Too Late for Sorry. lust in Time for My Freedom