The Wrong Woman

Imogen walked into the kitchen and started preparing the vegetables. "Dad, let me do it. You can rest for a while."

"You've been working all day, so you must be tired. Let me cook. You can rest."

"I'm not tired," Imogen said as she guided Gregory out of the kitchen. She firmly said, "I'll do the cooking tonight."

Gregory had lost his legs, so he used to walk with his hands. A few years ago, he spent thousands on a prosthetic leg but was swindled with a poor-quality one. Now, standing too long caused him pain, and he walked with a limp.

"Alright then," Gregory replied with a contented smile.

Imogen busied herself in the kitchen while Gregory drank tea in the living room. Half an hour later, she made two plates of paella, a salmon omelet, and a bowl of Greek salad.

"Dad, dinner's ready."

Gregory walked over to sit down. He looked at the food on the table and then at Imogen.

Imogen sat down and used her cutlery to serve Gregory some food. She said, "Dad, let's eat." However, Gregory frowned.

Imogen noticed his serious expression, so she asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

resigned as he asked,

was puzzled. She asked,

he sat upright. He said,

up a piece of vegetable. As she chewed it, she responded,

you forgotten that you have a husband

now married. Also, she was so used to

more. Your husband looks like he has a

she served the food, the door opened. Jasper walked

saw Gregory, he said,

Come have dinner," Gregory

another plate of paella

A plate of burritos, a bowl of Greek

bit embarrassed because she and Gregory usually ate simply. She had forgotten

gently, "I didn't buy much groceries today. We'll make do for now. I'll cook something better for you

up his cutlery, he said, "It's fine. Eating light is good for the body, so there's no need for

usually get off