He frowned and shook his head. “That’s not good enough, Jane,” he said, sounding hurt. His voice was low and strained, as if he was holding back tears. “You know how important this ring is to me. It’s a symbol of our love and commitment.” He held up his hand, where a gold band with a single diamond matched mine.I looked away from his pleading eyes and shrugged. “I just thought it wouldn’t mean that much anymore,” I said casually, as if I was talking about the weather. I knew it was a lie, but I didn’t care. He had no right to question me about the ring when he had been cheating on me with different women for as long as I remember!He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. “Come on, Jane,” he said, trying to sound calm. “How could you say that? I always wanted to propose to you for the longest time again and I actually did it this time and it was actually one of the best days of my life that you agreed to be my wife again.” He reached out his hand and touched my cheek gently. “Don
He scratched his head and looked at his fidgeting fingers before he looked back up at me. His eyes were full of regret and uncertainty. He had a handsome face, with sharp features and a stubble that gave him a rugged look. His hair was dark and wavy, falling over his forehead. “Honey, I told you that all things have passed away. New things have come to stay,” he said softly, grabbing my hand and squeezing it lightly while I smiled at him.I felt a pang of mixed emotions in my chest. I wanted to believe him, but I also remembered all the pain he had caused me. “So does it mean that you’ve always known about these things even while we were newly married?” I asked curiously, because I wanted to really know why he did what he did and why he was mean the way he was to me at that time.He sighed and nodded slowly. “Well, I’ve always known everything about you. You’re my wife after all,” he said and I chuckled lightly.I wondered if he was being sincere or just trying to manipulate me. “Yes,
“Of course, meet Rick. Rick, meet Bianca,” I introduced them and she blushed when my husband took her hand and kissed it gently. His lips lingered on her skin for a moment, as if he was savoring her scent. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Bianca,” he said in a charming voice and she blushed again.For some reason, I felt a tinge of jealousy but I quickly brushed it off because that was our plan anyway. The plan was to make him smitten by Bianca so she could run away with him and we would get what we wanted. That was a plan that I had initiated, but I was starting to regret it a little bit.“So you finally came,” Henry said with a wide grin on his face as he opened his arms wide for a hug. I obliged him with a side hug, careful not to aggravate my husband or confirm his suspicions.We had carefully plotted this scheme. But now that I saw Rick flirting with Bianca, I felt a little guilty and alongside doubt too.“Of course I did! I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world!” I said w
My blood boiled at the sight of her. She was the last person I wanted to see in this world. There was something about her that was just so annoying, and I wasn’t even surprised that I bullied her back then in my previous city. She was a terrible person. What was she trying to do, trying to breach our contract? Oh, not on my watch.“So, Henry, you told us that you wanted to make a toast, right?” I immediately shifted my gaze from Bianca to Henry, with a very wide grin on my face. To be honest, I could use a change of voices and a change of perspective in that dinner. Henry was handsome and charming, and I knew he had a crush on me.“Oh, yes, of course. I do want to say a toast, but only if you ladies are cool with it.” He said, glancing at Bianca and me. I smiled flirtatiously at him.“Of course, I’m fine with it.” I said, lowering my eyes with a sly smirk on my face. “And how about you, Bianca?” He asked, turning to Bianca who was shocked for some reason. She opened her mouth to say s
We finally arrived at our home after a long and silent drive. I could feel the tension in the air as we parked the car and got out. He carried the cookies that we had bought from the bakery, but he didn’t say a word to me. I followed him into the house, wondering what he was thinking.He set the car keys on the table where he always did, then sniffled and rubbed his nose. I stood behind him and put my hand on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him somehow. He looked at me over his shoulder, his eyes full of questions and doubts. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then closed it again. He shook his head slightly, then walked upstairs without another glance at me. I watched him go, feeling a surge of panic in my chest. He shut the door behind him with a soft click.I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm myself down. I had to be ready for whatever he was going to ask me. I had to lie convincingly and stick to my plan. I couldn’t let him find out the
I stared at her incredulously. How could he do this to me? How could he know who I was and still lie pretend for so long? “So you’re telling me that my husband knew I am the heiress of the empire all along?” I asked, my voice trembling. “That he erased my memory because he thought I knew about it and I was hiding it from him?” I clenched my fists, trying to control my emotions. “How did he even find out about me? It was supposed to be a top-tier secret. How did he get access to that information?”She whimpered, her eyes wide with fear. She knew I had a gun pointed at her head, and she knew I wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger if she lied to me again.“Please, Jane, please,” she begged. “I’ve told you everything I know. He hacked into your father’s company database and found out about your existence. He tracked you down and seduced you. He married you for your money, not for any silly contract you guys had planned. He planned to get rid of you after he got his hands on your fortune.
“Yes, of course, anything you need. I’m with you now,” she said with so much zeal that I almost believed her. But again, I couldn’t trust anyone. Not after what he had done to me. Not after what she had done to me. So how could I be sure that she was really with me? How could I trust her? I asked her, glaring at her. She swallowed hard, feeling my suspicion.“You can put a Bluetooth on me and a mic or whatever, just to make sure that I don’t cross you. But I swear, I really want to get back at Rick for everything that he has done. Oh my God, how stupid was I?” she said, rubbing her temples. Being an empath that I was, I could tell that she was not lying. She was genuinely hurt and angry at him. And I could use that to my advantage. I finally had another ally, and it felt good. It called for a celebration, a personal celebration of course.“It’s a done deal then,” I said, smiling. “Alright, let me go and get some wine so we can celebrate our victory together and then we’ll get to work
“Alright, alright, I feel you,” she said, looking me in the face. She burst into laughter and I joined her, feeling a rush of adrenaline. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but I guess desperate situations call for desperate actions, like I’ve said before.“OK, so what if I told you that he didn’t really offer me a particular amount of money? He just offered me a good life that I really liked, so I got carried away by everything. And that was actually a very stupid decision to make, now that I think about it,” she said, mostly talking to herself. But I was there, so I could hear everything she was saying clearly. And I agreed with her, because I was once delusional like her. Not anymore.I reached out and touched her arm gently, trying to comfort her. “Listen to me, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, there’s nothing to feel stupid about, OK? We are women, that’s just the way we are. We love it when men treat us right, we love it when they whisper sweet nothings into our ears, we