SaraI knew I needed to get up. It had been over a week since I’d been in the office but I still couldn’t bring myself to go. I didn’t want to face my coworkers’ judging eyes and constant whispers. I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. At the very least I should get up and work from home. I kept trying to convince myself to move, but I stayed in bed, staring–making designs out of the swirling paint. My phone buzzed beside me, and I had a knee-jerk reaction to throw it across the room. Instead, I held down the power button and turned it off.I slowly dragged myself out of bed and toward the shower. My mind was racing with different thoughts and ideas. Everything Jayne had said, everything Jaxon had said melded together into a jumbled mess in my brain. I hated to admit that a lot of what Jayne had said was starting to make sense. It’s not that I didn’t want Jaxon’s love and affection, but she was right: he didn’t seem to care much about Cynthia or the baby. His
JaxonI sighed in satisfaction as I looked over the itinerary I had spent painstaking hours putting together. This vacation needed it to be perfect–I was fairly sure my marriage needed it to survive. I hit print and closed the window.I felt sadness welling up within me as I thought about Sara's mental state over the last few days. Ever since my mother had paid her a visit, she'd been behaving erratically. I was beyond irritated with my mother and whatever she'd said to Sara; I just hoped I could undo the damage.I leaned back in my chair and surveyed the piles of work on my desk. I couldn't really afford to take more time off of work, but I didn't know what else to do. Losing Sara was something I couldn't risk.Putting some distance between us and the problem would give us some time to recoup and hopefully build up her faith in me again. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and my fingers hovered over the screen as I contemplated texting Sara.I put my phone away and decided a
SaraI glared at Jaxon. I couldn't believe that he would want to take a vacation with everything going on. His behavior was concerning and confusing."What's inappropriate about taking a vacation with my wife?" Jaxon asked coolly, clearly annoyed and surprised by my reaction.I leaned forward and hissed at him. "The baby! You can't act like it doesn't exist.""I'm not acting like it doesn't exist, but this mess shouldn't put our life on hold!" Jaxon snapped with an angry glint in his eyes.I sat back with a frown, feeling a storm of emotions brewing inside me. I picked up my glass and took a big gulp, swallowing it all at once. Maybe Jayne had been right and I was only distracting Jaxon when he should be focused on becoming a father.I couldn't tell if he didn't understand the gravity of becoming a father or if he was just choosing to ignore it in favor of my feelings. At what point was he going to stop sidelining the baby and start planning to be a dad? Admittedly, I wa
JaxonI squeezed Sara's hand in my own in what I hoped was a comforting manner. She looked nervous, which was exactly the opposite effect I'd been going for. We were at David Morgan's office so that he could walk us through the legal process of gaining custody of the baby and getting Cynthia out of our lives–for good.Of course, I was still hoping that the paternity results would give me the proof I needed to vindicate myself and prove that Cynthia was up to something. Most importantly, I hoped the results would restore Sara's trust and faith in me.I couldn't help but smile slightly as I turned and looked at Sara; she was engrossed in her phone. She looked radiant, as she always did–I felt a slight pang in my heart at the thought that this might all prove to be too much for her."Mr. Deverioux?" a mousy voice called out softly.I looked up and found myself staring at David's evidently nervous assistant. Unlike the bubbly receptionist, she was squirming where she stood. I rai
SaraI had finally decided to come to work, and I felt sick at the prospect. I stood in the elevator debating just turning around and going home. The thought of having to face everyone, knowing that they knew about this huge change in my life before I did… yeah, not my idea of a fun time.Jaxon had spent a lot of time reassuring me that everything would be fine, but I still didn't trust that to be true. The meeting with his lawyer had made me feel both better and worse about the situation. I was happy to see that Jaxon was taking it seriously, but it had confirmed to me that the situation would be simpler without me involved.My mind had been scrambled ever since, Jayne's words playing in my mind on a loop like a hot summer record. Part of me wanted to hide forever and pretend none of this was happening to me. Unfortunately, hiding had grown old, and I was eager to get back to some semblance of normalcy. If Jaxon did leave me for Cynthia, I would need to still have my job, and
JaxonI sighed heavily as I walked into my home office and collapsed into my chair. I had cut both of our work days short and brought Sara home after her conversation with Cynthia.Sara had been quiet and subdued ever since. She'd declined to elaborate further on what she and Cynthia had talked about but it had clearly made an impact on her. It made me feel sick with worry–I felt like I was losing her already, and this couldn't help. I could feel the space between us growing wider with every passing second and I felt helpless to stop it.I'd insisted that Sara take a nap and recover from the nasty shock she'd had. Even if I didn't know what Cynthia had said, I knew her well enough to know that it hadn't been pleasant.I scowled and pulled my phone out, dialing Cynthia's number now that I was alone. I tapped my fingers on the desk impatiently as I heard the phone ring."Jaxon, what a pleasant surprise," Cynthia said smugly as she answered. "Finally come around?""Cut the shi
SaraI held tightly to my computer bag and adjusted the strap of my purse on my shoulder. I knew Jaxon was right and I needed to come into the office but I felt awkward and uncomfortable. I could feel everyone staring at me. I walked quickly with my head down to my desk. My face was flush and my eyes were heavy. I put my stuff down and adjusted to the area. I pulled up my more recent projects and stared at the screen. I could feel eyes on me and I started to feel overheated with anxiety. Every time someone walked past me, I couldn’t help but flinch. I knew it was irrational, but I felt panicked that Cynthia would come back. Nothing anyone said made me feel better at this point. Everything just felt uncomfortable and uneasy. I saw Cynthia in everyone’s face, judgment in everyone’s eyes. Jayne’s words still rang loud in my head and there wasn’t anything Jaxon could do to comfort me. This didn’t feel like my place anymore. This didn’t feel like a safe space anymore. I had a hard time
JaxonI had no more energy. I had no more motivation to do anything. I listened to James continuing to talk about different options but I felt worn. I could no longer imagine reversing all that I had done to Sara. All I wanted was to keep her safe and love her. “We have to do more about these threats, Jaxon. You’re not taking enough of a stance on this.” “I have an investigator looking into her. I have all my contacts out for those who sent the threat. I have her under protection. I have lawyers and doctors. What else can I do?” I could hear the defeat in my voice, and James’s expression told me he did too. We’d been friends for a long time, and he knew me too well. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Something is clearly amiss here, Jaxon. So letting go now and giving up isn’t helping anyone.” I wanted to object. I wanted to argue with him, but I couldn’t find the words. I knew he was right, and I knew that’s what I was doing. Before I had to answer, the phone rang beside me.