6: Hell

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of them as they walked into the restaurant.

Jace was the only man who made me feel like I wasn’t enough, and the worst thing was that he didn’t use his mouth to say those words. How could I fault him, though? He had no idea how I felt about him and might never know.

The lady he had beside him was tall, had long hair, and had an hourglass body like the one the model on the magazine cover had. Standing beside him, she complimented him in every way.

Jace had always had a thing for the model type. I would know. I watched the ring of women he kept around him throughout the years I’ve known him. Janet, his late wife, was a top model in the country.

However, unlike Janet, who had brunette hair, this lady he now held in his arms had blonde hair, and she had a charming smile on her face. Her face was as red as tomatoes, and she was trying not to give too much away. I couldn’t fault her for the lack of control she had over her emotions. I would be the same ar