All Chapters of Delusional Jane: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Everything sounded so funny to me, just because it was Landry who was saying it. I never saw him as somebody who was very religious, but there was something he said that stuck with me, which was when he mentioned God. My face suddenly turned blue, remembering my past experiences and even the times I had to turn to God for help, but he never really did. Not come to think of it, my life was starting to change, and if it wasn’t God, then I wondered who it was that was so loving, so kind, so merciful to make tables turn in my favor.“Why did I just hear you say God?” I asked, with widened eyes, glaring at him like a cat would glare at you in the middle of the night. “Yes, I said God,” he said, more confidently this time, but he swallowed hard and I noticed he was tapping his feet quickly on the floor and his hands occasionally on the table, indicating that he was sort of nervous, probably because of me, because of the topic we were talking about. But I couldn’t blame him anyways, so I had

“Oh, come on, Jane. You know that I love you. You know that Anna is just my cousin. It’s nothing serious. I thought we already went through this,” he said, trying to inch closer to me so he could touch me and plead with me properly. I rolled my eyes and groaned inwardly. Oh, my goodness, Rick. He must really think that I’m stupid. He must really, really think that I’m so stupid, so dumb, for me to believe that shit. “Stop it, Rick,” I said, pushing him away. He looked like he was lost for words. He couldn’t say anything. He just kept stuttering and making weird sounds with his mouth as he looked around, probably looking for another lie to say. But I didn’t even pay attention to him. I kept sorting out my groceries.“Jane, I promise you, we’re just cousins and nothing more. I’m a changed man. I’m a changed person. I’m trying to do this for you. I engaged you, remember? I’m trying to be a better man for you. Can’t you see that? Why can’t you help me out to be a better man for you every

“Alright then, this is how you want it. I’ll see you in court in June. I hope you saved up a lot of money for a very good lawyer, because I’m going to sue you. And guess what? When I win this case, I will come for you with everything I have, everything in me. I’ll make sure that you are dead.” He said, his voice low and menacing. He glared at me with his cold blue eyes, his jaw clenched.I looked at him incredulously, not believing his audacity. “Really? You want me dead? Well, that’s another threat to my life. You just added to my long list of evidence, babe. Guess what? This conversation is bugged. I have your voice, I have everything.” I said, with a shrug. I tapped my ear, where a tiny microphone was hidden. I saw his face turn pale, his eyes widen in shock.“You did what?” He shouted, his voice cracking. He lunged at me, trying to snatch the microphone from me, but I dodged him and ran to the door. I opened it and saw my lawyer and a policeman waiting outside. They had been liste

“Oh, no, don’t cry, my sweetheart. Don’t cry, Jane. It’s OK, it’s OK. It’s just your mother. Forgive her, just the way you forgive anybody. Just forgive her and accept her apologies. I promise you, it won’t happen again,” she said softly, trying to soothe my heart and calm me down over the phone. Because I don’t know how soon I’ll be able to see her again. I realized that forgiveness heals and frees me from all this hate, from all this discontent, from all this annoyance that I hated feeling so much. I hated the feeling of hate. I hated the feeling of holding a grudge. I just needed to let it go. And that was what I did.“OK, I’ve heard everything that you have said, OK. And Mama, I know she was just doing what she did to protect me, but at the same time, she hurt me in the process. But it’s all good now. Everything is in the past. And I’m really tired of carrying this grudge in me. So I let it go. Now I will go and see her very soon, when I’m settled in my new house,” I said, and she

“Actually, I think I need to drink wine, because I just want to calm my nerves, you know. Alcohol helps.” I said, looking at her hopefully. I wanted to start a conversation. I wanted our relationship to grow past this level, but I wasn’t sure she wanted the same. So I was just going with the flow at that point.“Okay, I see. But you know that if you’re going to be a surrogate for us, your love for wine has to be cut short, right? Because my child will not be a child that will come out from the belly of a woman who drinks.” Bianca said, raising her eyebrows. I looked at her, feeling offended. “Oh, my goodness. I can’t believe you’re saying that.” I said to her, and she laughed. “Why can’t you believe I’m saying that?” She asked, sounding amused. “Well, the baby is also coming out from my belly, which also makes it partly my baby. Well, completely my baby by nature, but yours by contract. So I wouldn’t want an unhealthy baby either, okay?” I said, and she nodded. “Fine, I’ll go get you s