CHAPTER 22: Met a friend

While Jackson was at work, he couldn’t concentrate on the work he was meant to do, and he couldn’t leave it undone either. What was on his mind was for him to get home and confront Alaina about what he had seen earlier on his phone.

Later that day, Jackson left work and went home. He stormed into the house, the air crackled with his anger. It was like a storm brewing. His chest fell and rose in annoyance.

“Alaina!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the walls of the house. There was no answer. He searched room by room, his rage growing with each empty space and also loosening his buttoned-shirt at the same time.

Finally, he found her in the kitchen, busy cooking. Alaina’s head whipped around as she noticed someone making their way into the kitchen.

“Darling, guess what? I'm cooking your favorite,” Alaina, seemingly oblivious to the anger etched on Jackson’s face, uttered, giving Jackson a quick glance before turning away.

“Alaina!” he roared again, his face flushed with ange