The worst part of hearing those words from Daon was knowing they were true. When I made a mistake, which, by the way, was much worse than what he did, he forgave me. But I never thought he would use that against me, and I must confess that it left me disappointed. I turned to face him, and his face was covered in tears. At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore and broke down."I can't believe you're throwing that in my face!" I said, surprised.Daon stood up and walked toward me, and I could see his desperation, but that didn't justify what he had said. This was the kind of thing Jayden would do, not the man I had married. Or at least, that's what I thought. I always thought of Daon as someone incapable of playing games or doing things like that, yet here he was, using my mistake to justify his own. He seemed to realize what he had done and took my face in his hands, planting a kiss on my lips."I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Daon apologized, trying to ease the situation.
It was possible to see how broken Jayden's heart was with every ragged breath he let escape from his parted rosy lips as he tried to find a justification for his presence."I'm here to pick up Jane to go to the gym." The tattooed man explained, averting his gaze, and even a blind person could see through his lie."Look at him, all fitness!" Daon joked, but neither of us smiled."Yeah, I need to stay in shape for the shows. So, Jane, shall we go?" He suggested, hopeful. His gaze was pleading, and my heart broke when I said."No." I simply refused, and I noticed him waver as if his knees had weakened."No?" He repeated, questioning, and the hurt in his voice was evident."No. I'm not going to work out anymore." I stated, determined.He looked at me, seeming confused, as if trying to decipher my expression."No? But you seemed to enjoy working out so much." He sighed, sadly, and I shrugged, noticing the desperation in his eyes."Yeah, but I prefer to spend time with my husband and decide
The Previous Day.Daon's point of view.I just sent Jane a message letting her know that I'd be late for dinner again. She's been very patient, but I know she feels lonely. Sometimes I notice her staring into space or just looking sad for no apparent reason. I'm not sure if I made the right decision in accepting this position as C E O, because although it's a great opportunity, it couldn't have come at a worse time.My wife doesn't speak Korean and doesn't have friends here, so I sometimes feel guilty when I have to leave her alone for long periods, which has been happening often. That's why I was very excited about the idea of a mini-honeymoon with her. We didn't have the opportunity to do that when we got married because of my concert schedule, but I really want to do everything I can to show her how much I love her. That's why I arranged everything so that, even with my shows, I'll have time to enjoy and spend time with her.I still feel bad about the day I ended up sleeping out, a
Daon’s point of view.I went from heaven to hell in an instant. My heart shattered just like that plate, and I sighed, stifling the tears that wanted to fall as I clenched my fists."What happened, Jane?" I asked, praying she had a good excuse for being so nervous."My hand cramped up," she said simply, smiling nonchalantly.I stared at her hand, praying that was all it was, but I couldn’t come to a conclusion. When we lay down, she snuggled up to my chest, and I wondered if she had done this with him. Had he seen her sleeping with her lips slightly parted? Did she love him? Surely, he had feelings for her, but did she reciprocate?I couldn’t sleep, staring at the ceiling and coming up with a thousand theories to justify or confirm my suspicion. When it was already past three in the morning, I got up and went to the living room. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and sprawled on the couch, trying to get rid of these thoughts. After two or five drinks, I ended up falling asleep on the
Jane's Point of ViewThe Seattle winds made my hair dance, and even though it wasn't my hometown, just being back in America made me feel good. There was no one judging my clothes, and no one speaking a language I couldn't understand. I was smiling and laughed even more when we picked up our luggage and Jayden sat on one of the bags, pushing himself along like it was a car. He looked like a child, and that made me fall for him more each day."Are you done, Peter Pan?" I teased him, and he grinned."If I'm Peter Pan, you're Tinker Bell," he retorted, making me pout."If I'm Tinker Bell, then who's your Wendy?" I asked, folding my arms, and he smiled, stepping closer to me."See? That's why you're Tinker Bell. Sexy, jealous, and magical," he said, giving me a kiss with each adjective, quickly dissolving the pout on my lips."Magical, huh?" I asked, curious.He leaned into my ear and said in a husky voice, sending shivers down my spine, "Yes, because what you do to me, making me so in lo
Jane point of view.I didn't want to stay there because I had only brought very sensual nightgowns. I imagined we would stay in a hotel, and since the house wasn't very big, I wasn't sure if we would have a room and bathroom for ourselves. Jayden seemed to read the discomfort in my face and sighed."Mom, I think Jane would feel more comfortable if we stayed in a hotel," he explained, and I smiled, happy that he understood my expression."But I cleaned your old room, put on fresh sheets, and everything smells so nice," she said, looking at us with a pleading expression. Jayden looked at me as if asking for permission. I shrugged, and she smiled, satisfied."Well, I'll wash the dinner dishes and prepare some hot chocolate," the older woman said enthusiastically, and I smiled."I'll help you, mistress!" I offered, but she shook her head."No need, dear! And don't call me mistress, call me Mom!" she requested. I smiled at her and nodded."Okay, but please let me help? It's the least I can
Jane point of view.I had never seen a brighter smile or more genuine happiness than when Jayden heard my confession. When we reached our peak, the bed seemed to reach its limit too and broke, causing both of us to fall to the floor laughing like two children. I was breathless from laughing so hard, and he looked around, trying to stop laughing."Oh my God, this bed is over twenty years old, it survived war, but it didn't survive Hurricane Jane." Jayden made me laugh like a child.I covered my mouth, trying to stop laughing, but honestly, I was laughing nervously because I was already thinking about how we were going to explain this to his parents."What should we do now?" I asked, embarrassed.He shrugged and smiled."Now we'll put the mattress on the floor to continue the fun, and tomorrow I'll tell my mom that the bed is too old and didn't handle us." Jayden suggested, and I decided to go along with it. After all, what can't be cured must be endured.So we did, and after arranging
I'm defeated by Jayden's and his mother's insistence. My heart warms, and I feel a tear roll down my cheek. Was this real? Was he trying to surprise me?"Do you swear?" I asked, irritated."I swear, love! Now that you know, I'll take you along to meet her and get our tickets," he assures me with his face wet.I stood silent for a few seconds, wiping my face before taking a deep breath as I opened the door. As soon as I turn the key, Jayden pushes the door open and pulls me into desperate kisses. He was more shaken than I imagined, and I felt his face was hot. His lips sought mine with urgency, and he covered my face with kisses."I love you! I love you! I love you so much!" he repeated over and over like a prayer.With each kiss, he reaffirmed his feelings, and it made me lower my guard. He pulled me close, hugging me tightly, and I clung to his neck, leaving a few kisses there. He took my face in his hands, making me look at him, and I saw his face was all red from crying."I love yo