Following Jayden's words, Lydia returned to her room to get dressed in a black dress she found in her wardrobe. Thirty minutes later, she was dressed and down to meet Jayden, who seemed to have never left his spot in the living room, and together they drove off. Jayden handed her a card with words written on it while they rode to the cemetery."What do I do with it?""Memorise those words; you will need to say a few of them," he replied.She glanced at the card with more than a few sentences written and then back at Jayden. "I won't be able to memorise them with how little time I have.""That is not my business. If you hadn't run away yesterday, you would have gotten them then." He replied nonchalantly.She glared at him and wished she could set him on fire with her gaze.The car pulled up in front of the cemetery, and Lydia stepped down but avoided Adam's gaze; neither did she say anything to him. Jayden walked over to her and offered her his hand, which she reluctantly took, and tog
Lydia gulped the glass of wine in her hand and stepped away from the corner and towards Jayden, who spoke with Aunt Sarah's long-time best friend of thirty years, Betty Pierce while holding a glass of whisky in his hand. The older woman with beautiful grey hair falling over her shoulder turned her attention to Lydia as she noticed her approach, and her eyes warmed up.Jayden noticed the change in the older woman's expression, and his head turned to find Lydia. Unlike Betty, Jayden's expression didn't soften at her sight; if anything, it hardened with suspicion."I'm certain Sarah would have loved her had she gotten to meet her," Betty gushed helplessly. "She is so beautiful."Lydia's head dropped at Betty's flattery. She hadn't been called beautiful in years, and hearing those words warmed her up from the inside out. She didn't even know if she was beautiful anymore."Thank you, Mrs. Pierce," Lydia replied, her cheeks still warm."Call me Betty." The older woman encouraged, reaching o
Lydia couldn't tell how she found sleep, but she did. It was a few minutes before midnight when she finally found sleep. She didn't leave her room, though; she didn't dare to after the stunt she pulled, and no one came by. The guests at home had all taken their leave from the house, leaving her alone with Jayden White and his siblings. Her heart never beat steady from 8 p.m. when the last guests, Max and Nina, left until she finally fell asleep hours later because she feared Jayden would come into her room and choke the life out of her.None of that happened, and she was away to witness another day. She had had time to think of all her poor choices yesterday; she should never have aggravated him. She should have played her part like she consented to do. That would have given her a bit of protection, and now she was exposed. Not only did she try to run away, but she also acted contrary to her stipulated duties. She messed up big time.The door clicked from outside, and Lydia ran up fro
Jayden had a bittersweet feeling as he drove his twin sibling to the airport, where they would board the flight. Sweet because they were so close to accomplishing their dreams individually and bitter because that meant months apart unless he decided to visit. They had come to visit him a year ago while he was still in prison, serving time. They informed him about their studies and visited the hospital to see Sarah before they left.Jayden didn't think he would be out within the next year, and so he charged Jireh with the responsibility of taking care of Jade, even though she explicitly told him she could take care of herself. He hadn't gone to visit them since he came out and had only spoken to them via Skype call until Aunt Sarah's death. He wished he had more time with them, but the two had their whole life ahead of them, and they needed to achieve everything they wanted to first, and then they would get all the time in the world with them. They had grown so much, so he doubted they
Lydia watched through the window as the black Ferrari parked behind the Rolls-Royce, and Jayden stepped out. She had thought hard about everything and knew this was her chance to make things right; she shouldn't have done what she did yesterday, and the best action now was an apology. She wouldn't wait for him to come; the right way would be to go to him.She hurried over to the door, and after exiting, she went down so he would meet her first. He pushed open the door and walked in but slowed when he saw her standing not so far away.His brows pulled together, and his lips paused in confusion and tension, but he said nothing and watched her instead.She had to make the first move if she hoped to repair the bridge she torched yesterday. "Hey," she mumbled loud enough for him to hear her.A frown appeared, showing his suspicion. "What are you doing?""I wanted to apologise for yesterday." She answered, not letting her pride speak. No matter what he was or who he was, yesterday would hav
The next few weeks went by slowly, but at least it was peaceful. Lydia went along with Jayden to all interviews at his request. He had her thoroughly vetted for hours, and in total, they went for ten interviews and short talks. Jayden was a man of grace and top-notch class and intelligence. It showed in the way he carried himself on every talk and interview they went on. He showed patience, etiquette, and tolerance even to infuriating questions, correcting all their misconceptions about him. This was a side of him she never knew existed, and it became her favourite, and she wanted to see more of it. There, he spoke about still mourning the death of Sarah Lane, his late aunt. When they asked how being married to Jayden felt, she said it was peaceful, reciting the response Jayden had told her to say.When they asked her what were the pros and cons of being married to Jayden White, she replied, being reminded she wasn't as smart as she always thought she was, and for the pros, she told
Knowing that his friend could easily sniff out lies, Lydia knew she had to pick her words out carefully. They were waiting for her to speak, and with each second that went by, their curiosity would grow. She didn't have an answer, though—not the appropriate answer Jayden would want, and she didn't want to say anything that would put her in the wrong light. This past few weeks had been good, and she wanted to maintain that.The answer to Oliver's question was simple: they had no plans about having kids because such wasn't stipulated in the agreement, but that answer would turn Jayden into a monster, and she didn't want to see that side of him ever again. The smile on her face was slowly fading, and a terrified look appeared, fearing the worst reaction in her moment of blankness. Lydia could see their suspicion growing with every passing second, and she needed to remedy that.She glanced up at Jayden, who held onto her waist. He would have the perfect answer and could save her quickly,
Lydia woke up with a smile on her face, and as her consciousness returned, the smile didn't leave; it grew. Last night had gone well. The weeks past had indeed gone well, but yesterday took the crown. She wouldn't have imagined life would go so well when Adam found her at the train station. She believed life would be hell, but it had not been that yet. Once she stopped looking at her duties as his wife as a punishment, it became easy to follow through with it. Hopefully, it will remain this way until the contract ends.Lydia got up from the bed and went over to the bathroom to draw herself a bath, not waiting on Ingrid. Usually, Ingrid comes to take her to breakfast, and when they return, she will draw her a bath, but Lydia wants to do something different. She wanted to bathe and get herself ready for breakfast.When Ingrid pushed the door open thirty minutes later, Lydia was already picking out her clothes."Good morning, Mrs White, what are you doing?" She asked in alarm, walking ov