A MAN DIVORCES HIS WIFE BECAUSE SHE “SMELLED LIKE A KITCHEN” AND DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO FIX IT — AFTER THREE YEARS, HE TURNED WHITE AT THE AIRPORT WHEN HE SAW WHO HER NEW MISTRESS WAS KISSING HIS FEET!

Elena is what is called the “ideal housewife.” From morning to night, she did nothing but serve her husband Mike. Mike was a rising executive in a company. As Mike rose in position, Elena became a prostitute.

Elena’s hands always smelled of garlic and onions. Her clothes were always oil-stained t-shirts. She didn’t have time to do makeup or go to the salon because she prioritized saving for their house.

One night, Mike came home with Divorce Papers (Annulment).

Elena was serving Mike’s favorite Sinigang.

“Mike, let’s eat,” Elena greeted with a smile.

Mike tipped the bowl over. The hot soup spilled onto the floor.

“I don’t want it, Elena!” Mike shouted. “I’m tired! Look at the way you look! You look like a maid! You smell like a kitchen! Every time I come home, the smell of fish sauce and oil greets me. It’s sickening!”

“B-but Mike… I cook for you…” Elena cried.

“I don’t need a cook! I need a wife I can show off at parties! Kara, my new girlfriend, is fragrant, sophisticated, and always presentable. You? You’re embarrassing to take out with her!”

Elena knelt down and grabbed Mike’s leg. “Mike, don’t! I’ll change! I’ll fix myself! Don’t leave us and our child!”

“We don’t have any children, Elena, you had a miscarriage, right? So I have no reason to stay. Sign this. The old house is yours, but don’t ever show it to me again.”

Mike left that night with his belongings. He left Elena sobbing in the middle of the kitchen—the kitchen that had become her world for the man who never truly loved her.

THREE YEARS PASSED.

Mike’s career took a nosedive. His replacement, Kara, squandered his money on luxury and left him when his savings were gone. Now, Mike works as a low-level supervisor and is deep in debt.

One day, Mike was at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA). He was on his way to Singapore to apply for a job as a factory worker. He was sitting in the waiting area, wearing his faded polo shirt, eating a biscuit.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the VIP Entrance.

The media cameras flashed. People ran.

“Who is that? An artist?” asked the person next to Mike.

“No! That’s Ms. Ellie! The owner of Ellie’s Gourmet Empire! The most famous Culinary Tycoon in Asia!”

Mike looked up.

From a private gate, a woman emerged.

She was so beautiful. Her skin was glowing and white. Her hair was a stylish bob cut. She was wearing a White Chanel Suit and Louboutin heels. Her aura smelled of expensive perfume and success.

Mike was stunned. The eyes… the nose… he knew that face.

“E-elena…?” Mike whispered.

He couldn’t believe it. The woman he had called “the smell of the kitchen” and “the maid” before, now looked like a goddess that everyone looked up to.

Mike was just about to approach. “Elena! It’s me!”

But before she could get close, a man blocked her way.

A very handsome, tall, and decent man in a coat and tie. This was Alexander, a French Billionaire and Hotel Magnate.

Everyone saw how Alexander greeted Elena. Not just a hug.

In front of a large crowd and media, Alexander KNEELED to fix Elena’s shoe strap that had come loose.

Alexander kissed Elena’s hand before setting it up.

“Are you tired, Mon Amour?” Alexander asked softly. “The private jet is ready.”

“I’m okay, Alex. Thank you,” Elena smiled. Mike had never seen that smile before when they were together.

Mike couldn’t hold it in. He interrupted the bodyguards.

“ELENA!” Mike shouted.

Elena stopped. She turned around. She took off her Gucci sunglasses.

She stared at Mike from head to toe. No anger, no pain. Just pity.

“Mike,” Elena said.

“Elena! It’s you!” Mike came over excitedly. “You’re so beautiful! You’re so rich! I knew you could change! Elena, I’m sorry! Kara and I broke up. Can we talk? I’m still your wife in my heart!”

Alexander stopped. He looked at Elena. “Is this the man?”

Elena nodded.

Elena turned to Mike.

“Mike, do you remember what you said before you left? You said I smelled like the kitchen. You said I was sick.”

“I’m sorry! I was wrong!” Mike replied.

Elena smiled bitterly.

“The ‘kitchen smell’ you hated? That was my secret. I used my cooking skills to build my business. The recipes you threw on the floor? Those are the recipes that are now sought after in 5-star restaurants around the world.”

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