hapter 22
I want a divorce, Jameson. If you have any decency left, let’s end this amicably.”
I looked into his eyes seriously. “I was young and foolish back then, and I made mistakes. Jameson, maybe it’s time we let each other go.”
With that, I pulled Jason out of the hospital. As the elevator doors slowly closed, I caught a final glimpse of Jameson standing alone in the corridor. I lowered my eyes and avoided his
gaze.
I couldn’t quite describe how I felt only a deep sense of relief.
At 18, I was proud and beautiful, but I loved the wrong person and clipped my own radiant
wings.
By 25, I was still young and had the chance to start over. This time, however, I wouldn’t let myself fall in love so easily.
I returned to the Zook residence, where Jason continued to administer my IV drip and medication. I followed his instructions obediently.
Before he left, he turned to me with a serious expression. “Ms. Lambert, everything will be alright,” he said.
I was slightly surprised. “Dr. Ward, you know about me?”
Jason smiled softly. “It’s a small world. But don’t worry. I don’t believe you are as others say
you are.”
A warmth spread through my heart.
After Jason left, I decided to take a nap, but I was soon awakened by a call from Chloe.
I answered, and her voice trembled with anger as she spoke. She then sent me a screenshot.
“Wyn, take a look at this. Does this woman have any shame at all?”
I clicked on the image. It was a picture of a romantic candlelit dinner. A delicate steak lay on the table, accompanied by red wine, candlelight, and a beautiful rose that was impossible to ignore.
A pair of hands were intertwined on the table. The woman’s fingers were slender and pale, adorned with a dazzling diamond ring. The man’s fingers held her, with only the neat, blue diamond cufflinks visible.
I recognized those cufflinks immediately–they belonged to Jameson.
That afternoon, he stood before me in a perfectly tailored suit, accusing me, in the nastiest tone, of forcing Xandra to leave Cranbel.
I clicked on the screenshot, and the caption read ‘You are my other half.”
Chloe was growing impatient. “Have you seen it? What do you think?”
I glanced at the image again and replied, “The flowers are stunning, and that diamond is massive. It must be around three carats. It must have cost a fortune, right?”
Chloe laughed in frustration. “Look at Xandra’s latest post! She’s having a candlelit dinner with Jameson tonight, and he gave her a diamond ring! A ring! Do you understand what this means?”
Of course, I did.
Diamonds symbolized love. They represented-eternal commitment.
I said softly, “Don’t be upset, Chloe.”
Chloe was taken aback by my calm demeanor. After a long pause, she asked, “Wynonna, are you okay? Normally, you would have stormed over to catch them red–handed by now.”
A sense of weariness washed over me. “Catch them red–handed? Have I ever actually done that?”
“Yes,” Chloe replied. “And it always ended badly. You’d embarrass Jameson, and that bitch Xandra, would start crying and get a bunch of people to badmouth you behind your back.‘
I shrugged. “So what? You know she’s just trying to provoke me and play the victim. Why should I fall for it?”
Chloe’s anger began to fade. “Are you really not upset, Wyn?” she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
I placed a hand over my aching chest. I just couldn’t bring myself to admit that I wasn’t upset.
Chapter 23
