Chapter 118Rose always had a knack for organizing occasions, and her husband's memorial was not to be left out.The exterior of the house was well decorated with incandescent lights and flowers. A large table that could seat twelve people was arranged outside and arrayed with food and assortments of wine.Rose was walking around in her elegant silk gown and mink coat, giving out last minute instructions and tasting every meal to make sure it was good enough.Bianca sat on one of the chairs as she waited for the memorial to officially begin, her long freshly styled hair swaying softly to the breeze from the nearby river.She was dressed in a matching bright orange outfit with Jeffery who was seated in his stroller, wailing like he was growing a new tooth. His constant crying was beginning to stress her out and so she put him under the care of one of the female workers who she had begun to boss around already."I don't know what he wants this time. Just make him stop crying," she said
Chapter 119"I'm actually surprised you never told us of this place. I mean, Mia and I have been to your family's beach house at Long Island but I didn't know you guys also had a place here in Miami," Steph said."Really? I didn't know you guys were unaware but that's probably because this place is really special to my family. It was built specially to honor my father. He loved Miami a lot," Lilian replied."That's so sweet," Steph replied and looked towards the house. "I can't wait to see the inside.""You all will, for sure. And we can even go for a swim tomorrow morning when the sun comes up. But for now," Lilian paused and smiled adventurously.Caleb who was close to Jane, leaned toward her and asked in a hushed whisper "Hey, Lilian, you didn't tell me you were coming with "FRIENDS" he sighed and looked at the girls who were obviously enjoying themselves. "Yeah, I just had to ask them to come. I couldn't stand Bianca and Stella, and you're always clinged to Jane. I was bored" she
CHAPTER ONE“You need to sign these,” Jane Roberts almost dropped the frying pan she had been carrying across the room in fright. She glared at her husband who was still standing in the doorway, a brown envelope in his outstretched arms. “What is that? You scared me.” He didn’t apologize or respond to her question. He simply walked out of the room.Frowning, Jane walked out of the kitchen, frying pan in hand and followed him into the dining room. “What is that, Marcus?’ Marcus dropped the envelope on the table and sat down on one of the chairs. “Divorcee papers. I had my lawyers draw them up last week so they are ready and all you have to do is sign them.” Jane was stunned. “Did you just say divorce papers?” Marcus raised an eyebrow, an irritated look on his face. “Did I stutter?” He got up from the chair, picked up his briefcase from the ground and walked away without sparing her another glance. The sound of the door slamming jolted Jane out of her reverie and she immediately to
CHAPTER TWOJane knocked twice and waited for a response, leaning on her bag for support. It hadn’t been easy locating this place especially since it had been a long time she had been here. Abigail wasn’t picking up and she knew a hotel was out of the question not because she didn’t have money but because Abby wouldn’t hear of it. She raised her hand to knock again when the door burst open and her cousin Abigail’s form appeared at the doorway. “Hey cuz, I missed your call. I was in the kitchen.” She made a move to hug her and then paused when she spotted the bags close to Jane’s feet. “What’s this? Are you leaving town or what?” She frowned when Jane didn’t laugh at her joke and tugged her arm, pulling her inside before grabbing the bags. Half an hour later, Jane was sitting on the couch with a cup of hot cocoa in her hands. “Thanks for letting me stay here Abby, I can’t thank you enough.” Abigail Warren sighed and stretched her hand out to touch Jane’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry b
CHAPTER THREEJane stared at the familiar office building in front of her and sighed. Somehow, she had ended up here. Abby would have her head if she told her about this, but she needed to confront Marcus once and for all as he seemed to be avoiding her. She eyed the building and spun on her heels, her back to it. “No, I shouldn’t go in,” “Are you coming in?” A woman in a well-ironed suit asked as she brushed past her and Jane just stood there gasping like a fish, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly. “Well don’t just stand there, come on in,” Wordlessly, Jane followed the woman unsure of what was going on. She looked down at the simple yet decent black gown she had slipped on and smiled grateful for her choice. They walked together to the elevator and the woman held the door for her. “Thanks,” Jane said as she got in, moving to the back to lean against the wall. “So what floor are you going to?” She asked, raising her eyes to press a number. She suddenly stopped and turned to
CHAPTER FOURThe driver parked the car close to the house and Jane looked out the window at the house she had regarded as home for two years. Tears pricked her eyes but she held back intent on staying strong. Caleb sighed and reached for her head forcing her to look away from the window and at him. “Whatever you do, never show how much this all affects you in public.” He paused to gauge her reaction before he continued. “You can cry all you want when you come home but never show them how much their actions bother you, ever.” His tone took on a stern, hard quality but Jane nodded understanding what he meant. “I would come with you but I feel you should do this on your own.” Jane smiled gratefully, unshed tears shining in her eyes. “Yes, I need to do this on my own but I must thank you for the support.” She brushed away the tears. “You are right, I can’t let that bastard see me at my weakest.” “Here,” Caleb said, stretching out a brown envelope and Jane smiled accepting it from him.
CHAPTER FIVECaleb held the door for her and she walked into the massive space, her eyes bulging out.“Make yourself comfortable while I go get us drinks. We should be celebrating.” She walked over to the window to look outside and gasped at how high up they were. “You won’t fall if that’s what you are worried about.”She spun around a little too fast and found herself staggering a bit.“ I…” “Take it easy,” Caleb warned, catching her by the hand and dragging her away from the window. “Here,” Jane cleared her throat and pulled away from him, accepting the glass of wine. “Thank you,”. “Let’s talk in my office,” He told her and led the way to the office which was on the other side of the room behind a small door that she hadn’t noticed before. When Jane stepped inside the office, she was amazed. Seeing the small door on the outside, one would think it was similar to what was inside but the office was two times the size of her bedroom, almost the size of the living room area she ha
CHAPTER 6“Thank you,” Jane said shyly, and sullenly as they got to the door of her room.“It's nothing,” he said firmly. “You've said more thank you's than you've actually had a normal conversation with me,” he pointed out.A smile tugged at her lips. But it was a dry, sad and lonely one. “Go on ahead, get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow,” Caleb said. “Goodnight.”She opened her mouth to speak but closed it the moment she saw him walking down but his aura lingered. She slowly turned away and swiped her card. The moment she was in her room, she kicked off her shoes and threw herself on the bed, wondering how people who cut you deeply when you weren't watching were the same ones who treated your wounds. Because they knew just how to break you and fix you.As she took off her clothes, a part of her wished she could be in her fathers arms now and sob in his chest and tell him he was right. She wished she had listened to him back then but the damage had been done. And there is not