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    “What kind of marriage is this? There’s absolutely no trust between us,” Eileen said, her voiceced with frustration. “1 haven’t eaten seafood in forever. ”


    Phoebe said, “1f you really want to eat seafood, go home and tell Mr. Dawson. Then you can indulge all you want, and we won’t stop you. But if you want to enjoy ourpany again, don’t eat seafood now. ‘


    Eileen remained silent, turning her attention to her meal. The food was warm and mild, soothing in its simplicity. Phoebe and Dalores decided it was only fair to avoid eating anything Eileen wasn’t allowed to have.


    This left Eileen with no option but to put up with the limited food choices.


    She had stepped out that morning feeling cheerful, but when she made her way back home in the afternoon, her mood was bad.


    She loungedzily on the couch beside Gabri, her attention glued to the TV, making no effort to acknowledge Bryan’s arrival.


    “Daddy brought cake!” Gabri eximed, her little face brightening as soon as she caught sight of the bag of desserts Bryan carried.


    Eileen straightened slightly, a spark of excitement stirring within her. But she quickly masked it, sinking back into the


    cushions with an air of indifference.


    “1 got your favorites—chocte cake and some fruit pastries,” Bryan said cheerfully, cing the things on the coffee table. The scent wafted through the air, making it impossible to ignore.


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    Eileen quickly looked in the other direction, biting her lower lip to keep a smile from sneaking onto her face. “‘Mommy really likes chocte,” Gabri muttered with a’ small frown, standing before the table as if weighing her next words. “And fruit pastries too—those are her favorites. I like strawberries! But this… I don’t like this. I like marshmallows better.”


    Gabri always enjoyed sweets, but she was picky.


    There was a time when she happily shared desserts with Eileen, but as she grew, she began insisting on making her own choices.


    Bryan wasn’t exactly a dessert expert and focused only on Eileen’s preferences, thinking that would be enough. Unfortunately, he had overlooked Gabri’s evolving tastes.


    Despite the spread in front of her, Gabri found nothing she liked.


    “Daddy, these are for Mommy, not me,” Gabri grumbled as she reluctantly picked up a blueberry donut. “Mommy doesn’t like this, and I don’t, either.”


    Since donuts were usually a kid’s treat, she ended up picking something Eileen wouldn’t eat anyway.


    Eileen tried hard to suppress augh, amused by the whole situation.


    “1t’s okay. I’ll change these into something else, Gabri,” Bryan said, noticing Eileen still seated, as he started packing the desserts back into the bag.


    Eileen couldn’t hold back anymore. “1t’s toote now. The dessert shop will be closed by the time you get there.” Bryan replied calmly, “1 checked. The shop is open 24/7.” “Bryan!” Eileen stood abruptly, snatching the bag of desserts from his hand. “You can’t control what I eat anymore! I finally got to go out today, but you


    Just as she was about to continue, her words caught in her throat when she saw Bryan retrieve something from his pocket.


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