Chapter 8. His Ex-Wife

Layla’s POV

I bought a copy of the magazine Tyler showed me. When I got home, I did my best to clean the entire apartment, and when I was done, the place looked extremely different than when I had walked in.

I looked around the spotless apartment with a satisfied and proud smile on my face. I was exhausted, but it was nice to see the effort of my work.

I plopped down on the clean couch with a satisfied sigh, leaned my head back, and shut my eyes. I sat there for a few minutes, taking a much-needed break after cleaning.

I had cleaned nonstop for five hours. As I sat there, I sniffed the air and caught a whiff of something burning. Immediately, I sprung up and ran to the kitchen where I was making noodles.

I decided to go with something simple since I was already exhausted. I put off the cooker and used the oven mittens to pick up the pot and place it on the counter.

I checked the food to see how much damage was done, and thankfully, it wasn’