The Chef's Reckoning

nd to Victoria, a real estate mogul who keeps me on a humiliating $200 allowance in o

ng surgery, Victoria' s voice on the phone was cold, accusing me of "leeching" and attempting to fi

d her platonic "childhood friend" Liam with extravagant tokens of affection, like a $75,000 vintage watch, flaunting his "BestieGoals" on Instagram. Later, still suffering at the

profound, almost eerie detachment. What else could I say, sitting across from her at breakfast, as she scrolled through

and replied with absolute, unnerving calm, "No, Victoria, why would I be?" That night, I ripped off my wedding ring, gave it t