Chapter 3
I’d seen the dress Jackson mentioned in Vanessa’s Instagram stories–a designer piece he’d commissioned at some ridiculous price specifically for tomorrow night.
Tomorrow was the Anderson family dinner, where relatives, friends, and business partners would gather. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had decided to officially transfer all family assets to Vanessa’s name that evening.
At 3 PM the next day, I stood outside Jackson’s private residence with the dress in hand. His assistant blocked my way with a cold expression.
“Mr. Harrison and Miss Anderson are busy. They’ve instructed that no one is to disturb them.”
The front door wasn’t fully closed, and I could hear Vanessa’s breathless moans drifting out. Jackson sounded equally excited, his voice husky as he called her “baby” over and over.
I just nodded, completely unsurprised. This had become my normal.
Ever since Vanessa returned, scenes like this had played out regularly in front of me. At first, Jackson brought her back to the house where my daughter and I lived. The bedroom, the kitchen counter, the balcony–evidence of their midnight activities was everywhere.
After I finally confronted Jackson in a massive fight, he bought this separate place specifically for
their rendezvous. He spent twenty–five days a month here rather than at home.
I don’t know how long I stood there before the sounds from the living room finally stopped.
Then I shook my numb legs and asked the assistant, “Can I go in now?”
He frowned, clearly uncomfortable. Judging by his expression, Jackson and Vanessa were probably gearing up for round two.
When I was about to leave the dress and go, Vanessa suddenly appeared and called after me.
I turned around, and despite being used to their affair, the sight of the fresh marks all over her neck and collarbone still sent a sharp pain through my chest.
No one knew that I had actually fallen in love with Jackson briefly–during my pregnancy.
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Chapter 3
During those months, he completely changed how he treated me. He’d come up behind me while I was reading on the couch and wrap his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. He’d bring home beautiful flowers or carefully wrapped gifts on his way back from work. Every night as we fell
asleep, he’d whisper, “Mia, we’re going to have a good life together.”
And I believed him.
Then, the day my water broke, news came that Vanessa was having complications with her delivery overseas. Jackson completely lost it, immediately booking tickets for himself and his parents to fly out, leaving me to give birth alone.
Later, Jackson returned–with Vanessa and their… love child.
“Mia? You’re coming to the family dinner tonight, right? Mom and Dad surely have something for you too!” Vanessa linked her arm through mine affectionately, the musky scent of sex still clinging to her. I quietly pulled my arm away.
“I’m not going.”
“Why not? Mia, are you still upset with me and our parents about everything that happened?”
Her eyes instantly filled with tears. Jackson emerged from inside wearing only a towel, spotted
Vanessa’s tears, and shot me an irritated glance.
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