Lizzie's POV
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Although I attempted to remain composed and pretend to be happy, I reached my breaking point. I feel the urge to express my anger towards him.
At present, I have no intention of cooking a meal for him. He can make a sandwich with cold cuts of meat, which is no concern to me. I had initially prepared the food affectionately, envisioning how much he would enjoy it. But the hell, it was Emily who ate all the food and not him? What a load of crap!
I swallowed hard when I heard his car getting into our driveway. I kept my pace, back and forth. Both of my hands were on my hips, and I was thinking of what to say to him first.
As the door opened, my heart skipped when I saw him with a bouquet of roses. His smile was warm and welcoming, and I couldn't help but feel dazed by his
