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My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 151 Shattered dreams
She doesn't process what she was saying. Monica doesn't even truly hear her. The only things keeping her feet rooted to this spot are Molly blocking her and the anger and hurt building from deep in her soul, swirling up to the surface. Chloe finally releases Jackson after what seems like an eternity but is probably only two seconds, and then she smiles, holding his hand as theystrut back. As they come through the curtain, everyone backstage begins clapping in celebration of a good show, congratulating each other and hugging friends. Monica stomps up to Jackson and Chloe, barking, “What was that?” She was still attached to Jackson's Side like a barnacle, and while he was not touching her, he’s not stopping her from touching him either. Chloe grinshappily as she gives Jackson an intimate look. “Oh, just a little kiss for old time’s sake.” “What?” Monica says quietly as the words slap her squarely in the chest. “Youtwo . . .” Monica points back and forth between them. Chloe laughs, a
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 152 Trapped
“Oui,” Jacqueline says unapologetically. “And I insured that your designs were . . . well, less than they already were.” She presses her perfectly lined lips together as she gloats, as though she was trying to keep from laughing out loud—at Monica. Monica crosses her arms, glaring at her. “You needed to learn what you refused to see. My nephew is a man of appetites and expectations, and you meet neither. With your designs, or with . . . yourself.” She looks down her nose at her, scanning Monica from head to toe, making her feel like a slug unworthy of oxygen or her presence. It’s as though Monica can hear her thoughts . . . You are not good enough. Not for Jackson—he deserves better. Not for House Corbin—inexperienced, unimaginative hack. You are nothing but a small-town girl who should know her place, which is at most as the Apple Saucing Queen. That voice was all too familiar—it was her mother’s, but amped up, playing to the insecurities she holds at her core. Monica have fought ha
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 153 Daggers
Jackson was thankful when he finally made it to his apartment. Even Xerxes can’t improve his mood right now, though he tries valiantly. When he peels his clothes off, dropping them on the floor, he curls up in his shirt, licking at the oily residue. Jackson should scold him, but he doesn't care right now . . . about anything. He was empty inside because he gave his only heart to Monica and she dropped it on the fucking floor like it was nothing.Like he was nothing. He climbs in the shower, washing oil out of nooks and crannies that should definitely not have oil in them. As he rubs shampoo into his hair and down the back of his neck, he feels the chain lying there, heavy and accusatory. Jackson grips it in his fist, wanting to rip it off and be free of the shackle to the woman he loves who didn’t love him enough to stay. But he can’t do it. He was too weak. He releases the necklace, but his hand won’t unfurl, and before he knows it, Jackson rears back and punch the tile wall of the
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 154 Barriers
“You did this, didn’t you? What in the world were you thinking?” Jackson snaps in angry disbelief. But he believes Tobias whole-heartedly, and that says something ugly about his only aunt. Jacqueline sips her wine and sets it down, totally unruffled. “You will thankme one day.” She looks at him with almost . . . disappointment in her eyes. “You will realise that this was for the best.” She sounds so sure of herself, completely apathetic that she has broken him apart. And like Humpty-Dumpty, he doesn't think he will ever be put back together properly again. He was already broken but had managed some degree of repair over time, with stitches made of distrust and a protective barrier to keep people at arm’s length. Monica barreled right through the barrier and climbed in between the stitches to make herself at home in hid heart, though, and now . . .he was destroyed from the inside out. Yet Jacqueline sits there, prim and proper as you please, with a smirk on her face like she hasn’t
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 155 fight over love
“I don’t need a break. I’m done.” Sadly, it was true. Jackson thinks he have been done for a while, and this competition was a last-ditch effort to see if there could be common ground between his aunt and him about the direction House Corbin was heading. But if anything, it’s shown that there’s none. He thinks Jacqueline knows it too, but she will never admit it. She will never confess to setting him up, hoping he would come around to see things her way so he would stop challenging her place on the throne. And then he processed what his aunt just said. “What do you mean our ‘so-called family’?” “That’s what she called us.” She makes it sound like he was supposed to be offended at the label, but that’s not what’s bothering him. “When?” Jackson asks carefully, sensing that there’s another bomb about to explode and needing to be thoughtful in his approach. Jacqueline waves her hand, unconcerned. “When I saw her in the workroom. I wanted to make sure she knew that she’d brought this on h
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 156 Resignation
Jackson doesn't know how that’s remotely possible, but he was not one to turn down Madame Laurent’s bread or her advice. So he takes it from her shaking hand andpress an appreciative kiss to her cheek. When she’s not looking, he drops a bill in the can she uses to hold her cash. “Merci, Mademoiselle.” She smiles at the slight improvement in his tone and the smart flirt. “Oh, you are much too young for a woman like me, but perhaps you are exactly what Monica needs.” She winks and shoos him off down the road. Somehow, Jackson does feel better. Or at least like he still have a mission—find Monica. Then what? He doesn't know, but they have to talk this out. If it doesn’t work, he will have to find a way to accept the loss, but he won’t do that without trying. Monica and he deserves to have that, without anyone else’s interference. At the office, he falls into his chair and take a bite of the baguette as he gauges how long it will take him to pack up. No more than an hour, which is ridic
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 157 Karma is a bitch!
“On that note, I would like to inform you that I have givenJacqueline my notice of resignation, effective immediately. I am here today only to empty my office and have closure on the competition, because while it was not my design in the end, it was my idea from the beginning. It has been a pleasure working with you.” Jackson gives a polite slight bow, glancing around the table quickly, and steps out from his place at the end of the table for the last time. "Jackson,” Jacqueline calls after him, desperate. He doesn't even turns around.Monica was back in the hustle and bustle of New York City, but she was the one plodding along, barely keeping up with the crowd. The noise of the traffic, the city, and the people was both familiar and alien after the month in Paris, where things are quieter and slower. She stops and grab a hot dog from a street vendor. It’s not what she should eat, and definitely not a good breakfast option, but the smell attracts her, and given that she haven’t eate
My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage 158 Alongside the frame
Still, talking with Claire helps Monica get to the office, even if she was a little late. But everything feels dreary,especially with Nora being a happy, bouncy ball of pregnancy hormones.N“Oh, thank you!” she says gleefully when she hands her the decaf coffee. “I know it’s just a mental thing, but I miss these so much when they’re not part of my morning! And don’t tell Clay, but wherever he was going, or whatever he was ordering, was nothing compared to this.” Clasping her cup in bothhands, Nora looks at it affectionately. “Glad I could do something right.” “You do lots of things right. That’s why I’m so glad to have you back. Wish it were under better circumstances, but you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” They talked over the weekend so she would know to expect her back at the office, and she spilled her guts to her more fully than Monica did with Claire. Nora knows everything. “You did. I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” Monica admits. “I’m not. It sucks, I know it does, but what’s that
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