Chapter 10
Jameson and Xandra were both stunned,
“What are you doing?” Jameson asked.
Xandra looked equally bewildered.
I held up the photo, my tone cold and detached. Evidence, I’m taking evidence of your affair, Mr. Brown. I don’t mind if you two continue flaunting your affection in front of me. But don’t blame me for taking pictures or videos of It.”
It hit Jameson that his and Xandra’s actions were inappropriate, and he quickly let go of her hand.
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Xandra’s face. She apologized timidly, “I’m so sorry. I was just trying to calm Jameson down. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
She looked as if she was about to cry, her demeanor pitiful and fragile.
I turned away in disgust. Her act was nauseating
And, of course, Jameson fell for it. He immediately placed a protective hand on her shoulder and snapped at me, “Wynonna, apologize right now!”
I sneered. “Apologize? For what this time? For taking a picture of you two holding hands lovingly?”
He was momentarily at a loss for words.
Xandra softly interjected, “Ms. Lambert, please don’t be upset. I really didn’t mean any harm…
I faced her directly. “Ms. Clark, to be clear, I don’t love Jameson anymore. And I will be divorcing him. But please, drop the pathetic little tricks.”
She frowned slightly. “I wasn’t playing any tricks.”
I smiled mockingly. “Really? Then why do you keep calling me Ms. Lambert? Until the divorce is finalized, you should still address me as Mrs. Brown. And calling my husband’s name so intimately right in front of me–any other woman would have slapped you by now.”
Xandra’s face went red instantly. She covered her face with her hands and hurried back into the car, sobbing.
Jameson stared at me for a long moment before asking, “What did you just say? What do you mean by ‘you don’t love me anymore‘? Explain yourself!”
I really didn’t want to talk to this man anymore. But to make things absolutely clear, I enunciated each word slowly, “I. Don’t. Love. You Anymore. Jameson Brown.”
I continued, “I loved you once. But now I don’t. Understand? I don’t love you anymore!”
The 18–year–old Wynonna never loved Jameson Even if I had been madly in love with him at some point, his current behavior–belittling and disrespecting his own wife–had completely killed any remaining affection I once had for him
No matter how wealthy or successful he was, what did it matter? A man like him was nothing but poison to me.
I turned and walked away while he stood there, stunned.
“Wynonna Lambert! Explain yourself!” Jameson’s furious shout came from behind me. “What
you mean you
don’t love me anymore? Who Have you fallen for, huh? Is it that Zook guy?”
do
His suspicious tone turned into certainty. “You’ve been seducing him behind my back, haven’t you? Is it because he’s richer than me? Has more connections?”
I yanked my arm free from his grasp. “You’re crazy.”
I added, “You should see a psychiatrist. You’re clearly unwell.”
Jameson tried to calm down. “What do you want, Wynonna?” “I want a divorce,” I said firmly.
“No!” he snapped without hesitation. “Anything but that.”
I laughed coldly.
His eyes flicked toward my bandaged arm, and his tone softened. “Wynonna, stop being difficult. We’ll talk about this at home.”
I pointed toward the car where Xandra was still crying and said, “A world of three people is too crowded.”
Jameson’s face tightened with embarrassment. He gritted his teeth and thought for a while, then took out his phone. “I’ll call you a cab.”
I laughed. The mistress would get his car, and he would call a cab for his wife?
“Jameson Brown, I was truly blind in the past,” I said and turned to leave the parking lot quickly without waiting for his response.
Every second I spent there made me want to throw up.
As soon as I reached the exit, I ducked around a corner and leaned against a flowerbed, vomiting violently.
My head buzzed, and a wave of dizziness hit me.
Dr. Johnson was right. The injury to my head hasn’t healed yet. It was dangerous.
