If she truly loved me, she wouldn’t demand that I eat it, Clark had told himself and then had instantly felt guilty.
If you truly loved her, you would have eaten it without a word of complaint and asked for seconds.
If she hadn’t loved him, she would never have agreed, insisted, that they get married, and she would never have allowed their relationship to become more intimate.
Right.
Instead of tasting good, the cake smelled like charred flesh and tasted like ash upon his tongue.
Is it a non-sweet cake? Something made from tofu?
You don’t like the cake, fine, I don’t care, but you’re eating it. I’m going to pick out a cake I like, and you’re going to pretend it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted in your life. You will not throw up in front of our guests. You won’t do that to me at our wedding. It’s my day and I won’t have you ruin it!”
Michael
