All Chapters of Jessica's Love Triangle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adam Harris had lived a long full life in his 57 years on earth. He had been a loving husband and exceptional father and a hard working man. During his younger years, he had been very ambitious. He had taken on many shifts at work so that his young family could enjoy the basic pleasures in life. He had scaled down on these tasks when Jess’s mother passed away so that he could spend enough time with his child. He had been a doting father who had attended all her school events without fail. He had also been determined to be a part of his daughter’s life by being close to her emotionally. Although Adam did not consider himself his daughter’s best friend, he knew that she could always come to him with anything. This had not changed even when she had become their sole breadwinner. She had asked him for advice about work ethic, taxes, managing her payslip and many other issues. As Jess be

A pleasant aroma wafted through the penthouse. The aroma was rich in vanilla and cinnamon along with the typical smell of freshly baked cake. Jess was home alone baking cookies after a long exhausting week. She had spent days working, and evenings helping Leslie to find the most suitable nanny for her baby. Leslie had enjoyed her first few days of motherhood and she was in love with her baby. She enjoyed holding him and breast feeding him, although she hated changing his diapers. After interviewing six nannies, Leslie finally settled on one nanny who seemed most suitable. The nanny kept coming to see them at the hospital for the next two days before she finally relocated to Leslie’s house. Leslie had chosen to move back to her parent’s house instead of getting another house. She had already informed the maids about the changes and the house had been set up accordingly. Leslie’s room had been adjusted to accommodate the baby and to ma

The weekend had flown by and it was Monday. Pete and Jess were getting ready to head out when Pete’s phone began to ring. Pete looked at the caller ID and ignored it before putting the phone back into his pocket. It continued ringing as they were in the lift and then when they got into the parking lot. They were taking different cars because Jess was heading to NextGen while Pete was heading out to one of his businesses.“Who is bothering you so early?” Jess asked.“It’s mum. We haven;t talked in a while and maybe she wants to work things out. I’m not sure I’m ready,” Pete said.“Then tell her that or your phone won’t stop ringing,” Jess said, as she kissed Pete goodbye and got into her car. As she drove to work, Pete sat in his car and called his mot

  The NextGen office at lunch time was always so noisy. Jess had never gotten used to how loud the staff got when this break hour. She put her phone in her bag and decided to head out when one of her colleagues stopped her.  “Are you heading out?” the girl from another department asked. “Sure. I love that new cafe at the corner,” Jess said. “Me too,” the girl said. They went downstairs talking casually and then the girl asked something unusual. “You were friends with Pam right?”  “Not exactly friends but we worked closely together,” Jess said. “So do you have any idea why she quit? I heard she is moving back home which is miles away,” the girl said. “I didn’t even know that she quit or she was movi

 Pete had a very long day after listening to Jess and William chatting like old friends. To the best of his knowledge, Jess and William had not been in touch since he saw them chatting at her father’s burial. In the past, he had never had such worries because he had always made sure that he did not form any attachments. Ella had been his first girlfriend and she had broken his trust in women completely. After that, he used women and paid them off as though they were retail objects. However, everything was different with Jess. It wasn’t just because she was attractive or smart. Not even her old washed up clothes could have been enough to hide her beauty. He had wanted to kiss her even when she was just wearing flat shoes and a maid’s uniform. It wasn’t her intelligence either. He loved her witty conversation enough but it was more than that. It was her genuineness. She did not care whether she was talking to the ric