Three Years Too Late for Sorry，Just in Time for My Freedom novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Ever since that night, the relationship between Nicholas and me got subtle.

To avoid coming home for dinner with me, he’d been coming up with all kinds of excuses lately.

And I actually kept my promise about never stepping foot in the kitchen for him again.

Yesterday, I was cleaning out some closets and found like dozens of aprons still in their packages.

They were piled on top of my old clothes.

kind of like how they’d buried three-year marriage.

I just sat there thinking about when I’d become this woman whose entire existence centered around the damn kitchen.

After we got married, Nicholas used to say. “Gabby, I’m really picky about food, but I love everything you make. You don’t need to work or anything.”

Margaret would chime in with. “The Ashford family has a reputation to maintain. Just take care of my son properly.”

knew being a wife in a wealthy family was tough, so I busted my ass trying to be the perfect wife.

I walked away from my illustration work, which I absolutely loved, and devoted myself entirely to taking care of his life.

And after all that, And what did I fucking get for it?

‘Gabrielle? Oh, she just cooks.”

Yeah, well, screw that.

! dumped every single apron in the garbage and hit the mall for a complete wardrobe makeover.

I slipped into this amazing dress and did my makeup perfectly.

I took tons of amazing selfies. Then I logged into my old Instagram account, which still had a pretty solid following, and posted my comeback announcement.

rime to get back to what actually I love.

I was done wondering if Nicholas would come home at night.

Done caring about who he was spending his evenings with.

Done worrying about when he got completely sick of me

just didn’t give a shit anymore.