Bryce strolled into the house, humming a little tune. He wore sweatpants and a Dior shirt—the shirt had a lipstick stain near the collar. He glanced toward the kitchen. Before I could say a word, he said loudly, "I'm staying home tonight! A colleague made extra soup, so I brought some home to share with you." Marching into the kitchen, he grabbed a bowl and ladled out some chicken soup. He snapped a photo of it with his phone, grinning broadly, then began typing on the screen. A sudden thought crossed his mind, and he added, "Oh yeah, you have a competition coming up. This soup's way too greasy for you, so I'll drink it for you instead." Bryce had always paid special attention to maintaining his figure. He used to say, "My wife is a national treasure-level ballroom dance coach. Her husband's image has to be top tier too!" Because of this, there wasn't a flame in our kitchen for years.However, his eating habits changed after his company hired an older woman.He stopped e
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