Chapter 9

All the vegetarian dishes the chef had spent an entire morning preparing were completely obliterated in the face of my steak and foie gras. No matter how exquisite those dishes looked, they paled in comparison to my food. Isabel and Dorothy had been having vegetarian food alongside Steve over the past two days. They were staring so hard that their eyes practically popped out. Isabel swallowed visibly, while Dorothy looked like she was about to drool. Only Steve spoke up coldly. "Who gave you permission to bring all this into the house?" I let out a scoff and shot back, "You bought this villa after we got married, didn't you? That makes it marital property. Since half of it is mine, why can't I eat whatever I want on my own territory?" Without another word, I walked over to the wine cabinet and took out a ridiculously expensive bottle of red wine he had won at auction last year. Then, I poured myself a glass. Under Steve's piercing gaze, I sat down and elegantly cut into my steak.