Chapter 11
I felt the coolness as a reprieve, standing there with water dripping from my chin. I let out a weary sigh. Exhaustion seeped into my bones, weighing me down.
I heard a faint noise. My ears perked up as muted sounds drifted from outside the room.
“Jake?” I called out, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and caution. Limping, I made my way to the door.
Silence. I called out again, my tone firmer. “Jake?”
Nothing.
My instincts on high alert, I crept forward, careful not to make a sound. The kitchen was the source of the noise.
Tiptoeing, I noticed a knife on the floor; its presence added weight in my hand. Slowly, I pushed open the kitchen door.
The sight before me made my heart sink.
Emily and Jake were locked in a tender moment. Their arms wrapped around each other, their lips inches apart.
Betrayal seeped into my soul. Their audacity knew no bounds. Without guilt, Emily had the nerve to smirk.
“Jake,” I spat, disdain dripping from my words.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, closing the door. Anger welled up inside me. I wanted to make it clear why I had barged in, but then Jake wasn't worth any explanation.
In a saccharine tone, Emily purred, “Can I whip up something special for you, love?”
Something snapped, and a plan formed in my mind. I turned around and sprinted upstairs, grabbing a jar of peanut butter as I dashed out of the house.
The evening air hit me like a slap in the face. I welcomed it, heading to the nearest store, my mind racing.
I scoured the store aisles, my eyes scanning for the perfect sabotage tool: peanuts, Jake's deadly allergy.
Memories resumed, haunting me. The last time Jake's allergy flared, he had slapped me.
But tonight, the tables would turn. Adding peanuts to their dinner would ignite a firestorm. Jake’s wrath would shift from me to Emily.
Their first fight was imminent. A wicked grin spread across my face. Next, I intended to win Emily over. But how?
For now, I pushed that puzzle aside. My priority: poison Jake's peanut butter.
I seized the peanut butter and sprinted to the checkout. “That’ll be 15.55,” the cashier said. I slapped down the cash.
“Keep the change!” I yelled, dashing out of the store.
Adrenaline fueled my sprint back home. I burst around the corner, my eyes fixed on the back door. It was locked.
Frustration surged, making me tug at my hair.
The peanut butter seemed to burn in my hand, its potential wasted.
With a deep breath, I set the jar beside the door and walked towards the front entrance. Time to put on a mask of calm.
Jake's voice pierced the air as I entered. “Where have you been?”
I bit back a snarl, forcing a sweet smile. I needed Jake to be in a good mood to eat dinner tonight. “Just stepped out to get my medication.”
My eyes darted to the clock, calculating the timing. Jake’s gaze dropped to my empty hands. “I don't see any medication.”
My heart skipped a beat. Think fast.
“Jess,” Jake called out, his voice laced with irritation.
I remained calm. “I left my medication at the store. I’ll have to go back.”
Jake's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. He pulled Emily closer, their lips locking in a sickening kiss. Emily's moan made my stomach churn.
I seized the distraction. Tiptoeing to the back door, I opened it silently and retrieved the peanut butter.
Just as I turned, Jake’s deep voice sent my heart racing.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone suspicious.
My pulse thundered. Swallowing hard, I turned slowly, concealing the peanut butter behind my back. I leaned against the sink.
“Cabinet’s open,” I said, feigning nonchalance.
Jake’s gaze lingered on the cabinet before returning to me. “Fix it,” he ordered.
I nodded, forcing a counterfeit smile.
As he turned to leave, he hesitated, his eyes narrowing. “You’re up to something, aren't you?”
My heart skipped a beat. I maintained the facade, nodding again.
Jake's skepticism was palpable, but he shook his head and departed.
The moment he vanished, I sprang into action. I grabbed the peanut butter and slipped out.
I pushed Jake’s door open slowly, slipping inside undetected. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, I emptied the contents into the toilet.
The water's soothing rush calmed my racing thoughts. Now it was time to execute my plan.
I stepped out, and the sound of their giggling infuriated me. Peering down, I saw them kissing, their bodies entwined.
A low growl escaped my lips. I crept back to the flower vase, releasing it. The loud crash echoed through the hallway.
“What’s that?” Jake called, annoyance etched in his voice.
I hid behind the door, holding my breath. As they reached the top, Jake’s curses filled the air.
“Damn! The bathroom’s flooding.”
Seizing the distraction, I silently backed away and sprinted downstairs.
I slipped into the kitchen, my hands trembling as I grated fake peanuts into the jar. I emptied its contents into the mix, the sound echoing through the silence.
A quick glance outside confirmed Jake and Emily were still distracted by the flood. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly opened the back door and disposed of the peanut butter.
Returning to the kitchen, I washed my hands, removing any evidence. I carefully cleaned the jar, removing any traces of its former contents.
The peanut butter now rested in its new container. I carefully placed it where Jake would expect it—alongside the other jars.
My sabotage was complete. I exhaled, relief washing over me, and headed up to join the chaos.
Jake's room was a mess, water everywhere. Feigning concern masked my satisfaction.
“Who could have done this?” Jake fumed, muttering under his breath.
Emily, ever the doting partner, soothed him. “Calm down, babe. We’ll get it cleaned up.”
I maintained silence, focused on my ultimate goal: getting them to consume the poison, unaware of the danger lurking in the kitchen.
“Let’s finish up,” I suggested, pretending to share their urgency. “We can grab dinner afterward.”
Jake’s anger still simmered, but Emily’s calming presence kept him in check. Once we finished cleaning, I subtly guided them toward the kitchen.
A mischievous grin etched on my face.
I observed as I waited for the impending chaos. Emily scooped the peanut butter.
My inner smile grew, a wicked satisfaction spreading through me.
It's time for Emily and Jake to have the first taste of their medicine.
Chapter 12
I gently pushed Mr. Larson away and stood up. To my surprise, Emily was in the room. I let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived.
Emily’s scream pierced the air again, and I realized my enhanced hearing allowed me to hear her distress.
Her wails grew louder, and I had an overwhelming urge to tell her to stop.
Turning, I stomped downstairs, ready to confront her. But a sight stopped me in my tracks.
As I descended the stairs, a scene unfolded before me. Jake grasped Emily’s wrist, pinning her against the wall. His belt dangled menacingly from his hand.
"You sent some random men to beat me up?" Jake’s voice seethed with rage.
Emily’s scream filled the air. I froze, my gaze locked on Jake’s leg and gasped. Deep gashes marred his skin, blood oozing from the wounds.
A twisted sense of satisfaction flickered within me. Someone had hurt him. Emily’s terrified expression told me she had not orchestrated it.
Then who? My mind swirled with questions. Someone else had orchestrated this chaos. But who? I chose to ignore it, benefiting from the turmoil.
Emily pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "I didn’t cause whatever happened today. I had nothing to do with it."
Jake’s grip on her jaw tightened.
As they argued, I walked past them to the fridge, picked an apple, and headed upstairs.
Watching them without interfering was almost entertaining—seeing their infidelity at odds with each other.
"So, you’re calling me a liar?" Jake’s voice rose, fingers digging into the wall beside Emily’s head.
Emily cracked a nervous smile. "Jake, we both know you’re capable of this and more."
I gasped, and only then did they notice me. The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. Emily was behind the attacks on me in high school. But why? That idea never even crossed my mind.
What if Emily had harbored feelings for Jake all along and manipulated him into doing her bidding?
"This is for causing trouble in my life," Jake spat, his voice low and menacing.
Emily’s fear was palpable, a flicker of something dark crossed her eyes.
I glanced between Jake and Emily, searching for answers. Her eyes darted away, but not before I caught a glimpse of guilt.
Just then, a loud crash echoed from my room, and Jake’s eyes widened.
"Nothing," I lied, trying to deflect attention.
"That’s definitely not nothing," Emily chimed in, her curiosity piqued.
Jake’s gaze lingered on me for a moment before turning to Emily. "I’ll go check."
I followed Jake, the source of the noise, and Mr. Larson’s presence surely would spark chaos.
"Don’t worry," I said gently, rubbing my arms to conceal my nervousness.
Jake strode past me, Emily following closely. I trailed after them, anxiety building in my chest.
"Jake, don’t stress yourself. You’re injured. Let Emily help you," I urged, trying to distract him.
Jake’s gaze pierced mine, but his eyes narrowed. With a sudden movement, he pushed me aside and headed towards the room.
I trailed after, finding Jake scouring the room, heading for the wardrobe.
"Jake, it’s nothing," I urged, trying to distract him.
He signaled for silence, his finger pressed to his lips.
I nodded, swallowing hard as Jake pushed the bathroom door open. He peeked inside, finding no one. I exhaled a sigh of relief.
But where had Mr. Larson gone? Had he slipped away? Jake emerged from the bathroom, his thoughts away.
"The bastard who kidnapped me left in haste. I was thinking he tricked me," Jake muttered.
I exhaled a deep sigh of relief, shutting the door behind us. Collapsing on the bed, I listened to Jake and Emily’s fading argument.
My gaze drifted to the bedspread, and Mr. Larson’s image flashed in my mind. I wished he had stayed longer, his presence a comforting escape from the chaos.
A fury of questions swirled in my mind, begging to be answered. What did Mr. Larson mean by a message?
Who told him I was in danger, if not Jake? Was I being watched?
The thought sent shivers down my spine. And then there was the cryptic term "escape from the hospital." What did it signify?
I groaned, my head throbbing with the weight of unanswered questions.
I tossed and turned, my fingers brushing against the pillow. Mr. Larson’s face, calm and serene, lingered in my mind. I took a deep breath.
Desire enveloped me, stirring unwanted emotions.
Everything about him drew me in—his mysterious presence, his gentle touch, his care, his enigmatic side—captivating.
Suddenly, the room felt smaller. The walls closing in.
"Lord, help me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
I woke up with a start, my eyes flickering open. A parching thirst overwhelmed me. The clock read 12:30 AM.
Groggy and disoriented, I headed to the kitchen, armed with a glass of water.
As I stood there, a movement caught my eye—a shadowy figure lurking just out of sight.
My heart skipped a beat. "Who’s there?" I called out, my voice trembling.
I stepped out of the kitchen, the figure stood in the shadows, eyes locked onto mine.
Where had they appeared from at this ungodly hour?
I grabbed the chair draped over the corner and held it tight, then trailed Emily, silent and unseen.
We navigated the dark rooms, Emily periodically glancing over her shoulder. I trailed closely, avoiding detection.
She led me to an abandoned building, its crumbling facade shrouded in shadows. Emily slipped in, and I followed, heart racing.
As I rounded the corner, my eyes widened in shock. Emily was in an intimate embrace with a man, her face buried in his chest. A gasp escaped my mouth.
Emily was cheating on Jake.
Chapter 13
Emily’s POV
“Damn you, Jake!” I yelled, my voice shaking with rage. “You think you can just walk out after humiliating me in front of Jess?” I barked, but he just slammed the door in my face.
I slammed my fist on the table, sending objects flying. That bastard! He slapped me, accused me of betraying him, and now he’s taking out his anger on me. Unbelievable.
I ran my hands through my hair, trying to clear the chaos in my mind. Jake’s changed.
He’s always been possessive, but lately, he’s been unhinged. Every little thing sets him off, especially when Jess is with Mr. Larson.
My thoughts whirled, but nothing made sense. Jake’s transformation had me reeling. The old Jake would never dare to think of hitting me.
The only person I suspected capable of harming Jake crossed my mind, but I had confided in them about Jake’s abuse.
So, why would they target him? I was puzzled. I quickly grabbed my phone and sent a message: “Meeting now.”
Without making a sound, I crept to the guest room and slowly turned the handle, relieved as I saw Jake’s peaceful sleeping form.
I retreated, closing the door softly. Wrapping my shawl around my face, I slipped out unnoticed.
Scanning my surroundings, I ensured I was alone. Holding my breath, I quickened my pace, my heart racing.
I stepped out, my senses on high alert, constantly glancing over my shoulder. The feeling of being watched lingered, but every turn revealed no one. Shrugging it off as paranoia, I quickened my pace.
Upon arriving at the meeting spot, I scanned the area, but Larson was nowhere to be found. Just as I reached for my phone to text him, his familiar back came into view.
“Lucas,” I whispered, relief washing over me.
He turned, his brown eyes locking onto mine. I rushed into his arms, expecting a warm embrace, but he remained indifferent, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lucas’s gaze remained guarded as he placed his fingers gently on my lips, signaling for silence. He began to pull away, but I gripped his hands, my eyes searching his.
“Talk to me, Lucas,” I whispered, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
I rolled my eyes, exasperated. “Not now, Lucas. Please.”
He grasped my arm in a firm grip. “It’s not safe here. It’s funny.”
I sighed, frustration evident as I picked up on his tone. I needed him.
“It’s late. Everyone’s asleep. I made sure no one knew I slipped out of the house.”
Lucas’s piercing gaze held mine, his expression unreadable. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. The world around us melted away.
I had missed this—the rush of excitement, the thrill of his touch. Our lips moved in perfect sync, rekindling the flame that never fully extinguished.
I pushed Lucas away, refocusing on the purpose of our meeting. “Why did you beat Jake?” I asked, my voice firm.
Lucas’s confusion deepened. “Beat Jake? What are you talking about?”
I nodded curtly. “Don’t play dumb. Why would you do that? It’s not like I ever asked you to slap him.”
His eyes widened. “Wait, Jake slapped you?” His tone turned demanding.
I hesitated, revealing the truth. Lucas’s protective nature was a double-edged sword—comforting yet explosive.
“Why did you hurt me?” Lucas demanded, his jaw clenched.
I hesitated, knowing Lucas’s hatred for Jake. Our plan was to milk Jake’s wealth, then escape together.
“Lucas, I’m fine. It’s nothing,” I reassured, attempting to downplay the incident.
Lucas’s gaze burned with intensity. “Nothing? He laid hands on you.”
I wrapped my arms around Lucas, hugging him. “The thing is, I’m fine. Having you is all that matters.”
After a moment, Lucas’s tension eased, and he hugged me back, warmth enveloping us.
Lucas was my first love. My only true love. His chiseled features and captivating charm made him every woman’s desire. But life had other plans. We were young and reckless, forcing me to make a difficult choice.
I began dating Jake, thinking he was wealthy, but soon discovered he was broke.
In a desperate move to secure financial stability, I manipulated Jake into dating Jessica, whose parents were rich. Jake agreed, and Jessica, oblivious to our scheme, fell deeply in love with him.
I could care less about Jake’s marital status. Jessica was just his wife on paper.
“When will you leave him?” Lucas asked, his eyes burning with impatience.
“After I’ve made enough money from him and ditched Jake,” I replied.
“It’s taking too long,” Lucas said, frustration evident.
“I know,” I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck. “But what can I do?”
“You need to be fast. We’re running out of time,” Lucas urged.
His lips brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine.
“I miss you,” he whispered, his breath taking me in.
His kisses trailed down my neck. A moan escaped my lips.
His eyes darkened with desire.
“That’s daddy’s little girl. I’m gonna spank you so hard, you’ll tremble and squirt on my dick.”
My face flushed, staring at him with widened eyes. I totally believed he could. I missed Lucas a lot.
I leaned in, feeling his dick hardening and pressing against the frame of my work.
He showered sweet kisses against my skin, kissing my lips passionately and pulling me closer to him. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms placed on his back, giving him a clear sense of my dripping desire. He shoved his hands in my skirt, and I gripped him.
“Good,” he groaned, pumping with his eyes stuck on what he could see.
He pulled out roughly with a groan, feeling my wetness against his pants.
“Don’t stop,” he sang with his eyes, sticking his fingers back into my hole. My back arched, and I gradually accommodated his huge cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, his fingers grunting beside my ear, pumping harder into me. If there’s another thing Jake can’t do, it’s this.
“Fuck, fuck,” I became bolder, unable to contain myself.
I bit my lips, closing my eyes and holding onto his shoulders as they moved.
Suddenly, a sharp gasp followed by a loud crash. My eyes widened, staring at Lucas in alarm. Someone was there.
My heart raced. Who was there? And what if the person saw us making out?
My jaw dropped in shock. Emily, cheating. Unthinkable. Bitter memories resurfaced: Jake’s betrayal, killing me for her sake in my past life. But now, this?
I fumbled for my phone, reading their conversation without hesitation. As they spoke, I edged closer, capturing every word.
Their lips met, and a wave of disgust washed over me. Endly’s mingling with him for financial reasons would have been understandable, but this blatant betrayal?
My mind reeled. How could she? I continued recording, detached, as evidence mounted against Endly.
As they deepened their kiss, I smiled in disgust. My distraction proved costly. Missing a step, I stumbled, gasping loudly.
"Damn, they must have heard."
Panic set in. Fast steps echoed, growing closer. Desperate, I scanned my surroundings for a hiding spot. A nearby alley beckoned, and I darted into its shadows.
A blinding light swept across my hiding spot, making me tremble.
Heart racing, I silently pleaded, “Lord, save me just one more time. I promise I'll be careful.”
Endly’s voice carried over, laced with uncertainty.
But the man’s skeptical gaze lingered, scanning the area. Then, our eyes met. My breath caught. Time froze.
He walked toward me, my heart racing with every step. Then, he walked past, and I exhaled a shaky sigh of relief.
A sudden noise from the distance diverted their attention. They sprinted towards the sound, and I seized the opportunity.
I darted, gasping for air. A figure grabbed me, his hand clamped over my mouth.
“Relax, it’s me,” he whispered.
No time for questions, I took off, pumping my legs as fast as they could carry me. Don't look back.
I ran through the door, slamming it shut behind me. Panting, I leaned against the wall, my chest heaving.
I gripped the jar, bypassed the cap, and gulped the water directly.
“What Mr. Larson said about up?” I mumbled, shuddering.
He must have...
The thought lingered.
Who distracted them? How did he know I was in danger? This was becoming too frequent—saving me from my allergies, and now this?
Unsettling questions gnawed at me: How did he know? I quickly unlocked my phone and sent a message.
“Are you home now?”
Instantly, I knew, Mr. Larson...
I typed, “Thanks. But how did you know I was in danger?” and waited anxiously for Mr. Larson’s response, piecing together the puzzle of his involvement.
My phone beeped, but his reply simply said, “Stay safe.”
I let out a frustrated sigh, expecting more. Throwing my phone on the bed, I rubbed my temples. Tonight was a whirlwind: Endly’s infidelity, Mr. Larson’s timely intervention.
But one thought brought a smile to my face—tomorrow’s Jake’s birthday party. This would be the ultimate gotcha.
“Imagine the shock on his face,” I chuckled, imagining the scene.
I settled into bed, anticipating the events of tomorrow. It would be startling.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window, piercing my eyes. I groaned, rising from bed. But today was different. I felt an unusual spring in my step.
As I entered the kitchen, singing at the top of my lungs, I was met with an unexpected scene: Jake embracing Endly. The irony was rich. I burst into laughter, unable to contain myself.
They stared, perplexed, as if I had lost my mind. I breezed past them, grabbed my coffee, and continued singing.
Jake’s curious voice trailed behind me. “What’s making you so happy?”
I paused, turning to face him. The urge to reveal Endly’s secret was tempting. I wanted to scream at him, to show him who the real fool was.
My gaze lingered, a mix of pity and satisfaction. If only he knew the truth—that he was a pawn in Endly’s game, just like I was meant to be.
My phone buzzed with an incoming notification: “All is ready.”
I slowly rose from my seat, careful not to draw attention. I slipped out of the house, scanning the surroundings to ensure I wasn't being watched.
The lawyer’s car, a nondescript sedan, approached. We locked in a silent understanding.
“You have everything?” I asked, my voice low.
He nodded, producing a document from his briefcase. “The property transfer papers. All set and ready.”
My plan was falling into place. During Jake’s birthday party, the lawyer would discreetly present the documents, and Jake wouldn’t notice the contents.
I glanced back at the house, ensuring no prying eyes. Endly and Jake were still oblivious.
“Make sure he signs,” I reminded, my voice firm.
The lawyer nodded, tucking the papers away. “Consider it done.”
I signed the papers, gratitude overwhelming me. “Thank you,” I said, shaking the lawyer’s hand.
He nodded. “Just doing my job.”
I thanked him again and returned to the house, feeling triumphant.
A big party was in full swing, eyes sparkling.
I chuckled internally. A public party, a public downfall. This was better than I expected.
As I descended the stairs, Jake called out, “Jess?”
Little did he know, his birthday would be one to remember.
Memories of past birthdays flooded back—where I baked cakes for Jake, only to be ignored as he celebrated with Endly. My efforts, my time, meant nothing.
Now he was probably planning a lavish birthday? The audacity.
I shook my head, chuckling wryly. What do men want, indeed.
Upstairs, I grabbed my phone and texted Mr. Larson. I had to commend the commiseration.
“Join me at Jake’s birthday party tonight,” I texted. “It’s going to be unforgettable.”
I envisioned Mr. Larson knowing the pod of our victory.
I descended the stairs, drawn by the murmur of voices. The event planner stood in the living room, consulting with Endly. She handed him a memory card.
“Play this during the party, okay?”
The event planner nodded, placing the card on the couch. My eyes narrowed. What a perfect opportunity!
I slipped back into the shadows, swapped the memory cards without being seen.
“Thank you,” I said, composing myself, pocketing the card.
Endly’s voice lashed out, “Watch where you’re going, Jess!”
I landed sheepishly, passing her with my eyes lowered.
“Happy birthday, my dear,” I whispered, my finger trailing his under.
I slipped into my backless, strapless gown, the designer’s skilled hand securing it perfectly. I felt a surge of confidence.
My hair, sleek and polished, framed my face, with delicate strands escaping. A whisper of makeup and bold red lipstick completed my look.
I gazed at my reflection, a smile spreading across my face.
“I reign,” I whispered, my eyes sparkling with determination.
With a flick of my wrist, I opened the door. I stepped into the stairwell, my back like a declaration of defiance.
The room fell silent, all eyes drawn to me.
Jake’s warm smile greeted me, his hand reaching out, but I deftly sidestepped him, my fan fluttering upward to conceal my mouth.
My gaze swept the room, locking onto Endly’s eyes blaring with resentment. I felt a sense of satisfaction. This was only the beginning.
“Stunning,” came a voice from behind me.
I took a seat beside Jake, who was strategically positioned between Endly and me.
Transformation.
Mr. Larson appeared, approaching the room. I elbowed a woman.
A clenched jaw and pointed question, “What’s the meaning of this?” I ignored, choosing not to indulge him. My attention shifted.
The lawyer appeared as well.
The high-profile guests began to approach, suspecting a scam, but Jake remained serene.
“Care to dance?” Mr. Larson’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and my cheeks blushed.
Jake stood, intercepting. “She’s my wife,” he snarled before I could respond.
Mr. Larson raised an eyebrow. “I thought you had a partner there,” he said, nodding toward Endly, who smirked and smiled.
I too Jake muttered, stepping between Endly and me.
He grasped my hand. “Jen, come on, you deserve a dance with him,” he said.
“Why?” I asked, savoring the moment. “Will you care for me? Continue?”
Jake opened his mouth to speak, but brown eyes locked.
He stared at me, his eyes lacking frustration.
Mr. Larson extended his hand, his voice firm. “May I?”
“Just one,” I gritted through clenched teeth.
Mr. Larson’s hand wrapped around my waist, sending shivers down my spine. An overwhelming urge to lean into him, seeking support and connection.
It was small, this sense of security with someone trustworthy. With Mr. Larson, I felt I could let my guard down.
The music shifted to a slow melody. Mr. Larson’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze tender. He drew me closer, our bodies swaying in harmony.
His hand rested on the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine. My hands instinctively found their way to his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.
We glided around the dance floor, our steps synchronized as if we’d danced together a thousand times.
The world around faded away, leaving only the soft strains of the music and the gentle pressure of his hand on my The lawyer nodded, tucking the papers away. “Consider it done.”
I signed the papers, gratitude overwhelming me. “Thank you,” I said, shaking the lawyer’s hand.
He nodded. “Just clearing my camera.”
I thanked him again and entered the house, feeling triumphant.
A big party with eyes sparkling.
I chuckled internally. A public party, a public downfall. This was better than I expected.
As I descended the stairs, Jake called out, “Jess?”
Little did he know, his birthday would be one to remember.
Memories of past birthdays flooded back—where I baked cakes for Jake, only to be ignored as he celebrated with Endly. My efforts, my time, meant nothing.
Now he was planning another lavish birthday? The audacity.
I shook my head, chuckling wryly. What do men want, indeed?
Upstairs, I grabbed my phone and texted Mr. Larson. I had to commend the commiseration.
“Join me at Jake’s birthday party tonight,” I texted. “It’s going to be unforgettable.”
I envisioned Mr. Larson knowing the pod of our victory.
I descended the stairs, drawn by the murmur of voices. The event planner stood in the living room, consulting with Endly. She handed him a memory card.
“Play this during the party, okay?”
The event planner nodded, placing the card on the couch. My eyes narrowed. What a perfect opportunity!
I slipped back into the shadows, swapped the memory cards without being seen.
“Thank you,” I said, composing myself, pocketing the card.
Endly’s voice lashed out, “Watch where you’re going, Jess!”
I landed sheepishly, passing her with my eyes lowered.
“Happy birthday, my dear,” I whispered, my finger trailing his under.
I slipped into my backless, strapless gown, the designer’s skilled hand securing it perfectly. I felt a surge of confidence.
My hair, sleek and polished, framed my face, with delicate strands escaping. A whisper of makeup and bold red lipstick completed my look.
I gazed at my reflection, a smile spreading across my face.
“I reign,” I whispered, my eyes sparkling with determination.
With a flick of my wrist, I opened the door. I stepped into the stairwell, my back like a declaration of defiance.
The room fell silent, all eyes drawn to me.
Jake’s warm smile greeted me, his hand reaching out, but I deftly sidestepped him, my fan fluttering upward to conceal my mouth.
My gaze swept the room, locking onto Endly’s eyes blazing with resentment. I felt a sense of satisfaction. This was only the beginning.
“Stunning,” came a voice from behind me.
I took a seat beside Jake, who was strategically positioned between Endly and me. The transformation was apparent.
Mr. Larson approached. I elbowed a woman. A clenched jaw and pointed question, “What’s the meaning of this?” I ignored, choosing not to indulge him. My attention shifted.
The lawyer appeared as well. The high-profile guests began to approach, suspecting a scam, but Jake remained serene.
“Care to dance?” Mr. Larson’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and my cheeks blushed.
Jake stood, intercepting. “She’s my wife,” he snarled before I could respond.
Mr. Larson raised an eyebrow. “I thought you had a partner there,” he said, nodding toward Endly, who smirked and smiled.
I too Jake muttered, stepping between Endly and me.
He grasped my hand. “Jen, come on, you deserve a dance with him,” he said.
“Why?” I asked, savoring the moment. “Will you care for me? Continue?”
Jake opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes locked with frustration.
Mr. Larson extended his hand, his voice firm. “May I?”
“Just one,” I gritted through clenched teeth.
Mr. Larson’s hand wrapped around my waist, sending shivers down my spine. An overwhelming urge to lean into him, seeking support and connection.
It was small, this sense of security with someone trustworthy. With Mr. Larson, I felt I could let my guard down.
The music shifted to a slow melody. Mr. Larson’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze tender. He drew me closer, our bodies swaying in harmony.
His hand rested on the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine. My hands instinctively found their way to his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.
We glided around the dance floor, our steps synchronized as if we’d danced together a thousand times.
The world around faded away, leaving only the soft strains of the music and the gentle pressure of his hand on my back.
With each movement, I felt an angel bearing into balance, our bodies aligning like magnets. He whispered in my ear, sending tingles down my neck.
“You are breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice husky.
I smiled, my eyes closing as I let the music and his presence wash over me. For the first time in years, I felt free, unhindered by Jake’s possessiveness.
In Mr. Larson’s arms, I found solace, a sense of belonging. The slow dance became a sanctuary, a comforting escape from Endly.
“Why did you go out so late? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped handle Endly.”
“It’s my battle, I would rather not stress you,” I replied.
He frowned, his eyes intense. “How many times do I need to remind you that your burdens are mine?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.
In one swift motion, he twirled me around, his hands grasping my waist, pulling me close. His breath danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I smiled, my eyes closing as I let the music and his presence wash over me. For the first time in years, I felt free from Jake’s possessiveness.
In Mr. Larson’s arms, I found solace, a sense of belonging. The slow dance became a sanctuary, a comforting escape from Emily.
“Why did you go out so late? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped handle Emily,” he asked.
“It’s my battle, I would rather not stress you,” I replied.
He frowned, his eyes intense. “How many times do I need to remind you that your burdens are mine?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.
In one swift motion, he twirled me around, his hands grasping my waist, pulling me close. His breath danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
“I want to be the one to chase away the demons in your life,” he whispered, his lips inches from mine.
I wasn’t listening. All I craved was the taste of his lips, for him to claim me as his. My heart raced, my senses overwhelmed.
“Are you listening?” Mr. Larson asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
I nodded, and he pulled me closer, my hands resting on his chest. We swayed to the music, our movements slow and synchronized.
“How did you know I was there last night?” I asked, my gaze fixed on him.
Mr. Larson’s eyes darted away, and he sighed cryptically. My gaze followed Mr. Larson’s, and that’s when I saw him—the lawyer, standing across the room, a discreet nod in my direction.
And behind him, Jake, his expression oblivious, but his signature on the papers a betrayal.
A mischievous smile spread across my face. One look at Mr. Larson, and the mood changed.
“Fancy swapping partners?” he whispered, his tone low and possessive. “I hate others touching what’s mine.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words, but chose to focus on my question.
“How did you know I was there?” I asked again.
“One of our staff members saw you,” he replied.
“Why didn’t they inform Jake?” I pressed.
Mr. Larson’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing. “He doesn’t care about you,” he said.
I bristled, correcting him. “He’s not my concern.”
Mr. Larson’s expression hinted at skepticism, but he said nothing.
The music faded, but Mr. Larson’s grip remained, his eyes burning with admiration. “Do you want to go out?” he asked.
Before I could respond, Jake intervened, his voice laced with disdain.
“Have some shame, you’re married,” he spat.
I rolled my eyes. “And that didn’t stop you when you were with Emily?”
“You’re lucky today’s my birthday,” he growled, dragging me away.
“That’s what you think,” I muttered under my breath. “Wait until you know Emily’s secret, so you can see who’s the real fool.”
Jake’s expression darkened. “What do you mean?”
Just then, Emily’s voice echoed through the room.
“The surprise for Doctor Jake Allation,” she said, stepping onto the stage.
Jake released me, his smile smug. “That’s why she’s different from you. She always makes my day special while you ruin it.”
I chuckled, knowing what was coming. If only he knew.
“Happy thirty-fifth birthday, Jake,” Emily said, her voice sugary. “This is my little gift to you.”
The lights dimmed, and the screen behind her flickered to life, anticipation building.
Chapter 15
Jessica’s POV
The morning fell silent, punctuated only by the sound of murmurs. My gaze met Emily’s, her face etched with contempt.
Then, a video began playing on the screen behind her. Emily’s voice grew louder, and the image of her with a strange man became unmistakable.
Jake gasped, his face pale. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What’s going on?” Emily asked, her eyes darting around.
A voice note began playing, Emily’s voice dripping with calculation, using Jake for his wealth.
Jake’s eyes widened in horror.
“Once I get it, I’ll leave him.”
Emily’s scream escalated. “Take it off! Take it off!” But the video continued, revealing more incriminating evidence.
The next clip showed Jake and Emily having sex. The crowd gasped, murmurs spreading like wildfire.
“I thought he’s married?” someone whispered.
“Didn’t they lose their child last week?” another voice asked, disbelief lacing their tone.
“Disgusting,” someone muttered.
The room erupted in chaos.
Jake moved towards me, seething, his eyes blazing with rage. My gaze shifted to Emily, her stress palpable as the incriminating videos continued to play.
Murmurs spread, devastating her reputation: “Poor wife, Joanne deserves better.”
“The side chick had the guts to show up at the party?”
I turned haughtily, flipping my hair with a flourish. Then, I elegantly took a sip, drawing attention.
A group of sympathetic women gathered around me, offering support.
Jake’s eyes narrowed, his face reddening. Emily’s eyes widened, her face etched with shame.
The videos ended, and the lights flickered back on. Jake stormed over to Emily, his anger boiling over.
He grasped her arm, spinning her around and delivered a stinging slap. Emily gripped her cheek, tears welling up with rage.
I chuckled, sipping my coffee, savoring the moment.
“You shameless slut,” Jake spat. “How dare you think of cheating on me?”
He raised his hand to slap her again, but she caught it. Emily’s eyes flashed, her voice steady.
“How dare you call me shameless?” she retorted, her grip firm. “You’re the one who used Jessica for her wealth.”
My eyes widened, my mind reeling. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Jake’s face paled, his expression guilty.
I felt a chill run down my spine. Had I been blind to Jake’s true intentions all along?
Confusion, shock, and rebellion surged within me.
All the times I thought I was the problem, but it was Jake’s lack of love and respect. His past actions made sense now.
Jake’s words cut deep. “That didn’t give you the right to cheat on Emily. You never loved me.”
Emily’s face twisted in rage. “You do not have the right,” she barked. “You can’t satisfy me in bed or in my moods. You’re good for nothing.”
Jake’s hand struck across Emily’s face, and he grasped her neck, choking her. The room descended into chaos.
People rushed to separate them, their voices shouting. I stood frozen. Mr. Larson appeared beside me, his voice low. “This is interesting.”
I nodded, smiling serenely, sipping my drink. Finally, they separated Jake and Emily.
Jake’s face reddened. “I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me?”
Emily spat, “Fuck you, bastard.”
Jake struggled against the restraint, contorted in rage. “I’ll make sure you regret crossing me.”
Emily’s laughter echoed through the room. “Deal with whom? You’re nothing without me. And I sent the divorce papers demanding this property as compensation. Watch me tell the court you abused me.”
I gasped, my voice trembling. “Divorce papers?”
Emily stepped forward, her eyes locked on mine. “Yes, Jessica, Jake and I have been married for eight years.”
My mind reeled as I counted on my fingers. Emily added, confirming the truth.
My eyes met Jake’s, his guilty expression confirming it. My legs buckled, and I felt pain.
Mr. Larson’s strong arms caught me, his arm wrapping around my waist. I stifled, fighting back tears.
The truth crushed me. “So, he’s married to this bastard?” I murmured, my mind reeling. He betrayed me in my past life, killing me for my wealth, and in this life too.
The weight of Jake’s deception suffocated me. The man I called husband was never mine. The man I loved blindly never saw me.
A scream tore from my throat as I lunged at Jake.
“How dare you! How dare you?” I sobbed, pounding his chest.
Mr. Larson’s arms enveloped me, holding me back.
Jake’s face contorted in pain, but he was wriggled against Mr. Larson’s grip.
“You used me, manipulated me, and destroyed me. You’re toxic.”
Emily’s laughter cut deep, and I broke free from Mr. Larson. My eyes locked onto hers, betrayal etched on my face.
“I’m ashamed of you,” I spat, my voice trembling. “We’re both women, and you let him destroy me? Why? What did I ever do to you?”
Emily’s expression twisted, her arms folding. “You had wealth and beauty. Did you think you could stay on top? I needed to put you in your place.”
I slapped her, the sound echoing through the room. Emily gasped, her hand rising to retaliate, but I grasped her wrist.
“You’re a disgrace to women. You don’t deserve to be called a man. You’re doing a pathetic job.”
Mr. Larson intervened, gently prying me away. “It’s okay,” he whispered, enveloping me in a comforting hug.
I let Jake go, sobbing into Mr. Larson’s chest, as everything replayed in my head. I couldn’t think straight. I wanted revenge.
Taking a deep breath, I knew what I had to do. I needed to show him.
I looked Jake in the eye.
“Don’t you dare throw that at me,” I said, my voice steady. “Allowing this despicable behavior.”
“You destroyed my dignity, Emily. Everything I cherished, and this is how you repay me?”
Jake’s face reddened. “I did everything for you, Emily. I set up the deal, stayed by your side when Jessica needed help. Don’t forget that.”
Emily’s glare dripped with malice. “You worshipped only yourself.”
Jake’s voice wavered. “What does he have that I lack? Why did you choose him?”
I shook my head incredulously. Instead of apologizing for his deception, Jake was consumed by his ego.
He deserves every single pain. My heart hardened. My children don’t deserve a father like him.
“About the property,” Emily said, her voice firm. “My lawyer will get to you about the details.”
I burst into laughter, drawing everyone’s attention. “Which property?” I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
Jake’s confusion deepened. “What’s going on?”
I gestured to the lawyer, who stepped forward, handing me a document. I flung it at Jake, the papers sliding across the floor to rest at his feet.
“The deed to this estate, everything. It’s all mine,” I announced, a triumphant smile spreading across my face. “It’s all mine.”
Jake’s eyes widened as he scanned the documents, his face paling.
Chapter 17
Jessica’s POV
Her eyes widened in shock.
Jake scanned the documents, his face pale. Emily snatched them from his hands, her eyes wide.
I smiled mischievously, savoring their despair. This is what I love—seeing both of them losing everything they thought they had won.
Emily’s face crumpled, her eyes darting between Jake and me.
Jake stormed over, his voice menacing. “How could you?”
I laughed, unfazed. “You think I’d sit back and let you and Emily win? Never, Jake.”
My voice dripped with anger. “The moment you left me and took my womb was enough of an eye-opener for me. You used me, manipulated me, and discarded me. Today, it’s your turn.”
“How dare you,” Emily muttered, her voice trailing off.
“Who gave you the right to speak to me like that?” I demanded, my voice rising. “At the snap of my finger, I can have you removed from any property.”
Jake’s eyes widened, shocked. He glanced at the paper, then back at me, his mouth agape.
My gaze shifted to Emily. “How does it feel?”
Emily looked away, her face twisted in anger.
“I’ve been married to you for eight years, but he never loved you. You’re a pig.”
Emily’s hand flew up to slap me, but I caught her wrist, holding it firm. With a swift motion, I twisted her arm.
“Get out of my building,” I ordered.
Emily stepped forward, her eyes blazing. “This is just the beginning.”
I laughed. “There’s nothing you can do except cheat and steal others’ wealth. You’re incapable of earning your own.”
I dragged her out, her cries echoing in the room.
The room emptied, leaving only Mr. Larson, Jake, and me. I dipped my drink, watching.
Jake knelt, his hands clasped together in supplication. “Please, forgive me.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You think a simple apology erases everything?”
My voice cracked. “Why, Jake? Why did you deliberately hurt me? Why did you get me pregnant, only to abandon me?” Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “I understand if you didn’t love me, but did my child deserve to die? Didn’t they deserve to live?”
Jake’s eyes pleaded for forgiveness, but I saw none.
Mr. Larson’s presence was a comfort. I stepped away from Jake.
“I’m sorry,” Jake said, his voice hardly above a whisper.
I erupted into laughter, tears streaming down my face.
“Sorry? Will that bring back my child? My work?” I touched my stomach, the pain still raw. “Will it erase every moment of pain you inflicted on me?” I demanded, my voice rising.
Jake’s eyes dropped, his guilt evident.
“Jessica, I love you,” Jake pleaded. “I always have, but Emily manipulated me. I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”
My laughter turned cold, incredulous. “You, Jake, love me?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jake nodded, searching for redemption.
I began to clap, slow and deliberate. “Wow. Wonderful. Can you define love? Because I don’t recognize what you’re peddling.”
Jake shifted uncomfortably, wringing his hands.
“If you had your wealth?” I pressed, seeing Jake’s gaze falter. “Would you be on your knees, begging, if you didn’t need me?”
“Would you have looked my way if not for my wealth?” I spat.
“I’m only human. I make mistakes, but I’ve changed. Please, give me a chance.”
Before I could respond, Mr. Larson intervened. “Jake, we just received a call. Your license has been revoked.”
Jake’s eyes widened in horror. “What?”
Mr. Larson nodded, his expression stern.
I couldn’t help but smile, satisfied. This was the final blow.
But I wasn’t done yet. I had one more thing to do—to avenge my death and that of my child in my past life.
Jake grasped my legs, desperation etched on his face.
“Please, help me. You’re my only hope.”
I pulled away, and Jake fell to the ground at my feet. I glared down at him.
“Begging now? Who’s the pathetic one?”
I spat on him. “You disgust me.”
Standing up, I shook off his grasp.
“I’ll give you a chance to prove your love,” I said, a mischievous smile spreading across my face. “Convince me you love me for who I am, and I might consider it.”
Mr. Larson’s eyes widened in alarm. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back. “What are you doing? What do you mean?” His voice was filled with concern and anger. “We both know he doesn’t truly love you. Open your eyes; don’t be blinded by love.”
I gently removed his hand, my smile unwavering. “Do you trust me?” I asked.
Larson sobered. “Of course, I do.”
“Good,” I said. “Let me handle this.”
Mr. Larson’s eyes resumed their concern, but he nodded. I turned to Jake, my gaze piercing. “So, you agree with my condition?”
Jake nodded eagerly. “Yes, Jessica. Thank you.”
He reached for my hand, but I warned him off with a sharp “Don’t.”
Jake’s eyes dropped, his apology tumbling out.
I granted him a cold, calculating look. “I’m watching you.”
Inside, I seethed. If only he knew there would be a second chance. If only he knew what was coming.
My resolve hardened. I would show Jake that the same ferocity I used to protect my loved ones would be directed upon him.
Jake destroyed my life.
As I stepped out, I noticed Mr. Larson engaged in a conversation with the lawyer. I wondered what they were discussing.
Just as I approached, the lawyer departed. Mr. Larson turned, his gaze meeting mine.
“I’m proud of you,” he said, a smile spreading across his face.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Do you want to celebrate?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.
Initially, I considered declining, but then I relented. After all, today marked a significant victory.
I nodded, and we walked to the car. We drove to the restaurant, grabbed a bottle of champagne, and parked at the rear.
Sitting together in the quiet darkness, Mr. Larson popped the cork and poured two glasses.
“Victory,” he toasted.
I clinked my glass against his, feeling a sense of closure and admiration.
“Your strength is truly inspiring. I’m proud of you,” Mr. Larson said, his eyes shining with admiration.
I blushed, feeling an unexpected flutter. Why was I reacting this way? It was just a compliment.
“Jessica?” Mr. Larson called out, his voice breaking the spell.
I composed myself before he thought I was throwing myself at him.
I stared, my gaze drifting to his lips. I knew he was saying something, but I couldn’t concentrate. Something primal urged me to kiss him. Why was he so close?
Chapter 18
Jessica's POV
I handed him the papers, my fingers trembling. “You ruined me,” I said, my voice low and even.
He nodded, sighing, and turned to leave. I watched him go, a sense of satisfaction humming within me. I had finally gotten my revenge!
It hadn’t been easy. I had to take drastic measures to ensure the lawyer’s cooperation. At first, he’d resisted helping me due to the weakness of my case.
But I knew he was our only hope of taking down Jake’s family. I held firm until he agreed to return. It was a ruthless move, but I had to protect myself. I felt a twisted sense of pride in my strength and determination. I was a force to be reckoned with, a warrior ready to fight to the end.
I remembered the day I’d snuck into Emily’s temporary residence, my guard alerting me just in time. Even then, I’d rather bleed out than ask for help.
I stared, and my gaze locked onto Mr. Larson, his growl low and intense.
I knew and inwardly melted as his scent wrapped around me.
My need was primal, all-consuming. I wanted to pin her against the wall, claim her lips, and devour her.
She moved with a subtle swagger, her hips swaying in a rhythm that drew me in.
I grasped her hand, low and rough. “Leana.”
The full moon beamed, a constant reminder that my commitment to her was maddening.
I pretended to be near her to chase away tension, but Jake still held her, a constant obstacle. I wondered what secrets her mind kept, what thoughts danced behind those captivating hazel eyes, her eyes sparkling like precious gems.
We sat together, the cool night air linking us. To victory, she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy.
I chuckled, the sound rumbling from my chest. In all the chaos, Jessica’s bravery and strength made me genuinely happy. And I was consumed by the desire to keep her that way.
“I’m proud of you,” I said, my eyes shining with admiration. “Your strength is truly inspiring.”
Her cheeks turned red as she played with her fingers. She looked so serene right now.
“Jessica?” I called out, and when she looked up, before I could say anything, her lips crushed onto mine.
I was caught off guard, but my body responded instinctively, my lips crashing against hers.
Our tongues danced in a fierce battle for control. I was overwhelmed by a primal need for her, craving the taste and feel of her body.
Ryder stirred restlessly, his growl rumbling through my chest. He tried to take over, but I couldn’t let him. I knew that letting him in would scare her away. I forced myself to pull back, my breath ragged.
Jessica’s eyes widened in surprise, a blush spreading across her face.
I handed her my phone, desperate to ease the tension.
She handed it back, our hands brushing.
The air was thick with awkwardness, the tension between us palpable.
Then she dropped a bombshell. “Coachella,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “You, me, and Jake?”
She nodded, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Spending time with Jake didn’t excite me, but the idea of being with her piqued my curiosity.
“Why?” I asked, and she launched into an explanation that left me grinning in admiration. I applauded, genuinely impressed.
“You deserve a crown,” I said, and she chuckled.
Jake had hurt her, and now she was out for revenge. I loved it.
“I’ll get the tickets and make all the arrangements,” I promised, already mentally preparing myself for the challenge.
“What if they’re sold out?” I asked, a hint of worry creeping in.
She looked confident, and I reassured her with a smile, my hands finding their way to her hips.
“I’ll get them for you,” I promised, my voice low and confident.
She smiled, saying thank you. I wanted to ask her not to say thank you. It was my duty to protect her, and she should stop with the thank you.
I hated the fact that I let Jake hurt her this deeply before I could find her. I wanted to hold her tight right now and tell her everything would be fine and that Coachella would mark the end of Jake once and for all. And then I would find my way into her heart before the full moon.
“Mona, please help me out,” I mumbled.
“Did you say anything?” she asked.
I shook my head, and she nodded in understanding.
“Tomorrow’s going to be crazy. I should get going,” she said, and I nodded in agreement.
With a brief, tantalizing hug, she walked away, leaving me breathless in the darkness. Her scent enveloped me, intoxicating me.
I needed her, wanted her. Ryder stirred restlessly, his hunger unbearable. I knew I had to find a way to satisfy him, or risk losing control.
With a growl, I started the car and headed to the club, searching for a distraction, a temporary fix for the hunger that gnawed at me.
I walked into the club, my eyes scanning the room until they landed on a blonde. I took her hand, leading her to a private room, slamming my lips against hers, trying to lose myself in the moment.
Then it all went wrong. Her taste, her scent, everything about her was a pale imitation of Jessica. Anger boiled within me as I pushed the blonde away.
She raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. I glared at her and ordered her to leave. The pack was my only relief from the turmoil brewing inside me.
I greeted my pack members, heading straight for the shower. The cold water pounded against my skin, but it did nothing to ease the ache within me. I realized, at that moment, that I couldn’t even look at another woman.
If Jessica didn’t agree to be my mate, I knew I couldn’t move on. My feelings for her went far beyond a simple mate bond.
I had fallen for her deeply and irreparably. I wanted her, not just as my mate, but as my partner.
My hands moved down to my hardened cock. I looked at it, imagining it was her touch. Her touch was all over me, and the need for her was overwhelming.
I wished Jessica was with me in my room. I wished I could be with her in this dark and lonely moment.
I would love to feel myself inside her. I’d like to show her what I’m made of. I groaned as my hands stroked my cock.
I imagined carefully and imagined myself being inside of her. I imagined putting her against the wall and feeling every inch of her.
“Oh,” I groaned as the pleasure reached its peak. Thick, sticky liquid poured out of my cock.
I took my shower and stepped out. I reported to my guard through the mind link.
“Coachella. And you give no…”
Chapter 19
Jessica's POV
The plan was simple, yet ingenious. I had to prove to the world that Jake was guilty in a way that left no doubt in anyone’s mind.
I had asked Mr. Larson to bring the crowd outside at the perfect moment so they could witness everything that was about to unfold.
I needed to create a scene with Jake, making it look like we were arguing and struggling, so the crowd would think I was fighting to prevent him from unbuckling my parachute.
Mr. Larson’s part was simple: help me bring the crowd outside.
Jake had taken everything from me—my child, my womb, my dignity. I would never have been able to achieve this level of justice without Mr. Larson's help.
But now, Jake will go to jail for ten years, plus an additional three years for marital abuse, if all goes to plan.
Mr. Larson tried his best to convince me not to go through with this, knowing my phobia for heights.
But I made it clear to him that I needed this plan to soothe my heart. If I didn’t do this, I wouldn’t be at peace. I needed justice for me and my unborn child. Jake didn’t think twice about killing me in my past life, and now this life.
Just then, the door swung open, and Jake strode in, a smug grin plastered on his face.
“Are you ready?” I asked Jake, trying to keep my cool. Jake’s eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing.
“You still haven’t told me why we’re doing this,” he said.
I forced a sigh, maintaining my fake smile. “Well,” I began, wrapping my hands around his neck in a gesture that felt like a betrayal, “why don’t we go to Coachella first?”
Jake’s eyes searched mine, as if seeking reassurance. He leaned in to kiss me, but I dodged quickly.
“Let’s go,” I said, grabbing the bag and heading out of the room.
In no time, Jake was out of the house, and I locked the door behind him, a sly smile spreading across my face, knowing that when I returned, I wouldn’t be coming back with Jake.
We arrived at the car, and I opened the back seat for Jake.
His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Mr. Larson waiting for us. I could see the deepest unease written all over his face.
“I thought we were going alone,” he muttered, and I shook my head, a saccharine smile plastered on my face.
“No, darling. Mr. Larson will be joining us. Don’t worry, he’s a partner,” I added, my tone dripping with irony.
Jake nodded reluctantly, and I glanced at Mr. Larson, who handed me the tickets with a knowing glint in his eyes.
I gazed at the ticket, a triumphant smile spreading across my face, hoping the cards would align in my favor, as I had come too far to lose.
After a three-hour drive, we finally arrived at our destination.
I stepped out of the car, slipping on my sunglasses as I took in the scenery. Before Jake could reach me, he wrapped his arms around me, but I didn’t flinch.
Instead, I gave Mr. Larson a subtle nod, and he sprang into action. We made our way through the crowds, eventually finding ourselves in a hall filled with screaming fans.
It was intense and great excitement for one of the artists, but I couldn’t have cared less. My focus was solely on Jake and the justice that was soon to be served.
I uttered a sigh, sipping on my water. “This song…”
Jake raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I know you don’t like this band,” he said. “I was surprised when you said you wanted to come to Coachella.”
I nodded, trying to keep up the charade. “Well, I made a big mistake,” I said, forcing a laugh.
Jake chuckled, looking around at the crowd, and I took a step forward, thinking of how to convince him we should go fly high.
“I have an idea,” I said, trying to sound excited. “Why don’t we go fly high in a parachute?”
Jake laughed, checking my neck as if searching for a reason. “But you’re scared of heights. Have you forgotten?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
I shook my head, trying to keep a straight face. “No, I haven’t. Let’s go.”
“No, we’re not risking your life. The last time you attempted it, you almost died,” he said.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. One would think he really cared about me.
“No! Let’s just enjoy the music,” I mumbled, trying to drag him. But he didn’t move.
“I wanted it to be a surprise, but you ruined it,” I said.
He looked confused. “What surprise?”
“Well, I’m no longer afraid of heights. I had therapy sessions,” I lied.
His eyes widened. “Seriously?” I nodded, trying to project confidence. I needed to get this done.
Jake looked skeptical, but then he nodded.
I smiled, taking his hand and dragging him outside.
My eyes met Mr. Larson’s, and I gave him a subtle nod. In a blink of an eye, he pulled me and pinned me against the wall.
“Don’t do this! Look for another plan,” he whispered urgently.
I pushed him slightly, speaking in a hushed tone. “The crowd is watching.”
Without waiting for his response, I walked away, my heart beating fast. I was nervous, trying to think of anything else, but I couldn’t. I fidgeted with my fingers.
“Are you okay?” Jake asked, his voice laced with concern as I got to him. I flashed him a reassuring smile.
“Can you do it for sport?” I asked, trying to sound playful. Jake chuckled and raised his hands in mock surrender.
It was all an act, and I couldn’t help but think that pretending was exhausting. How did people keep up their charade for so long?
I pushed the thought away and focused on the task at hand. Jake helped me into the parachute harness, and we were ready. The wind rushed past, and my heart pounded in my chest.
Doubt threatened to overwhelm me. Was I making a mistake? Was this worth the risk? What if something went wrong?
I nodded, trying to appear calm.
Jake’s voice cut through the din. “Are you okay?”
“This is wonderful,” Jake exclaimed, laughing, and I nodded in agreement, trying to keep up the charade.
But my mind was focused on the plan. I attempted to unbuckle my belt, and Jake’s expression changed from excitement to alarm.
“Jess, what are you doing?” he screamed, but I just shook my head, trying to appear carefree.
“Having fun,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jake’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what I was trying to do. We began to struggle, with me trying to open the buckle and Jake trying to stop me.
I prayed that the crowd was watching everything unfold. I deliberately placed my hands on Jake’s neck, using it as leverage.
He shouted my name, and I looked down, my eyes welling up with tears.
“Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Someone, help me!” I pushed Jake aside, my voice hoarse from screaming. I was panicking for real now.
Jake was confused. But I knew the crowd would be even more confused and outraged by what they were witnessing.
I turned for help, and in a moment of humanity, another parachutist swooped in, and an occupant pulled me to safety, away from Jake’s grasp.
My body began to relax, and they held me tight, trying to calm me. We landed safely, and the police were there, waiting to apprehend Jake.
They handcuffed him, reading him his rights.
“You’re arrested for attempted murder,” the officer stated, and Jake’s eyes widened in shock.
“Did I try to kill her?” he protested, but his words trailed off as he realized the gravity of the situation.
Everything that had happened, every move I had made, had been leading up to this moment. He struggled against the officers, trying to get to me, but they held him firm.
“He still wants to hit her after trying to kill her,” someone in the crowd muttered, and I smiled to myself, satisfied with the outcome.
People began to murmur, sympathizing with me. “Poor thing, how did she live with a murderer?” someone asked, and I began to sob, playing the part of the distraught victim.
As the police led Jake away, I wiped away my tears, a triumphant smile spreading across my face.
My breath became faint, I was panting, but I didn’t care. I had gotten the revenge I wanted, and that was what mattered.
Chapter 20
Laron’s POV
I tried my best to convince Jessica that we shouldn’t go through with the plan, but she was resolute.
Initially, I had agreed, thinking it was the same as gathering medical parts as evidence. However, when I discovered she had a genuine phobia, my concerns grew.
Being with someone as stubborn as Jessica wasn’t easy. I watched her, my eyes fixed on her as she chatted with others, laughing. Despite her attempts to hide it, I saw the fear lingering in her eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore. With lightning-fast Lycan speed, I pinned Jessica against the wall before anyone could notice.
“Don’t do this,” I begged, desperation creeping into my voice. “Look for another plan.”
But Jessica pushed me away. “I’ve come too far to back down,” she said, and with that, she walked away.
I raked my hands through my hair, watching her disappear outside. I was about to follow her when my eyes caught a familiar pair of blue eyes.
I turned around, and the person quickly covered themselves, holding their shawl tight as they hurried away.
My instincts sensed danger, and I couldn’t ignore the feeling. I followed the person, pulling the shawl away as they turned the corner. My eyes widened in surprise—it was Emily.
I grabbed Emily’s arm, my eyes narrowing. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, but she remained silent, fear etched on her face. She was here for Jessica, and my anger flared.
Emily struggled against my grip, but I held firm, my fingers tightening around her wrist.
“What are you doing here?” I barked, my teeth clenched.
Just as Emily’s eyes began to widen, a punch aimed at me caught my attention. I shifted swiftly, avoiding the blow, and she fell to the ground.
The assailant slammed their fist into the wall mere inches from my head. I spun around, shocked, and that’s when I saw him—my estranged father, Lucas.
Lucas knelt by Emily’s side, embracing her tightly as he asked if she was okay. His eyes blazed with anger as he glanced at me, narrowing to an instant.
I knew if we weren’t in Coachella, we would have fought. But what was he doing here?
Then, the truth hit me like a ton of bricks. Lucas and Emily were working together—he was the man Emily had cheated with.
I struggled to wrap my head around the revelation, my mind flooded with a rush of thoughts. I swiftly established a mind link with my guard, alerting them to the danger.
Emily’s presence here could only mean one thing—she was after Jessica, and with Lucas by her side.
Suddenly, new concern dawned on me. Jessica was up there in the sky, terrified of heights. Her phobia could trigger a catastrophic reaction. I had to reach her before it was too late.
I rushed aside and spotted Jessica high up, her hand grasping Jake’s jacket as they remained inside, where the music had begun, and the crowd was dancing.
I pushed through the crowd, moving as fast as possible. Grabbing the microphone from the stage, I shouted, “A man is trying to kill his wife! Everyone, please get out now!”
Panic erupted as the crowd rushed out. My guards distributed telescopes to some of the onlookers, but I didn’t need one—my Lycan vision allowed me to see everything clearly.
Jessica’s cries for help grew louder, and soon the police arrived. The crowd called for help, and eventually, they managed to bring Jessica safely down.
As Jake was led away in handcuffs, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I rushed to Jessica’s side and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as she struggled to catch her breath.
I could sense the turmoil simmering beneath her facade despite her attempts to compose herself.
I watched anxiously as she tried to calm down, her tears drying on her cheeks.
I took her hands in mine, rubbing them reassuringly. “Jess, you’re fine. I’m here,” I whispered, trying to comfort her.
Her eyes locked on mine, and I could see the tension in her body begin to ease.
She nodded, her eyes still locked on mine.
Her breathing slowed, and I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that she was safe.
As I listened to her muffled sobs, I couldn’t help but wonder what was driving her pain. Was it the trauma she had endured or something else?
I yearned to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be alright and that we could start anew. But she remained unreadable, refusing to even open the door for food.
Days turned into weeks, and the trial finally came to a close. Jake’s sentencing brought a measure of justice—10 years for attempted murder and an additional three years for marital abuse.
But despite the verdict, Jessica’s anguish persisted. She remained locked in her room, leaving me to stand vigil outside her door.
I had been hesitant to break down the door, not wanting to invade Jessica’s privacy. I began to pace around, trying to think of ways to reach her.
As I listened to her muffled sobs, I couldn’t help but wonder what was driving her pain. Was it the trauma she had endured, or something new?
I yearned to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be alright and that we could start anew. But she remained unreachable, refusing to even open the door for food.
Days turned into weeks, and the trial finally came to a close. Jake’s sentencing brought a measure of justice—10 years for attempted murder and an additional three years for marital abuse.
But despite the verdict, Jessica’s anguish persisted. She remained locked in her room, leaving me to stand vigil outside her door.
I had been hesitant to break down the door, not wanting to invade Jessica’s privacy. I began to pace around, trying to think of ways to reach her.
I considered waiting for her to come out, but my concern for her well-being grew with each passing moment.
Just as I was starting to feel desperate, I heard the sound of the key turning in the lock. I quickly moved to the door, my heart racing with anticipation.
It creaked open, and she stood before me, clutching a bundle of baby clothes. Her eyes told a different story—swollen and brimming with tears.
My heart sank, and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. How could I have let her suffer in silence for so long?
I took a step closer, and Jessica’s lips parted to speak, but I silenced her with a gentle kiss
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