240 Gala Pot Stirring

(Judy)

I watch Jayden’s face tighten from across the room as I make the small, familiar gesture with Gabriel. A rush of satisfaction floods me.

He saw it. I knew he would.

It’s a tiny thing, something I used to do with him when I wanted him to know I was proud of him and I loved him.

And now? Now it’s enough to remind him of what we had, of what he’s lost by cutting me out. Good. Let him stew in that for a while.

Jayden was on his way over. He would’ve violated the no contact order. I wanted that. But damn Gus had to step in being a big fatherly hero and stop Jayden’s onslaught.

Oh well, there’s always next time. And there will be a next time.

Outwardly, I keep my expression calm and pleasant. I can’t let Gabriel or Cass, or anyone else at this table, know how much pleasure I’m getting from riling Jayden up.

It’s a calculated move, and I’m already thinking three steps ahead.

If Jayden still cares enough to react, then I have leverage. There’s still a chance for reconciliation, whe