Chapter 82
Tears slowly gathered in my eyes, and I began to cry.
Jameson reached out to grab my cold and clammy hand. “Wyn, stop this. How many times over the last five years have you asked for a divorce, only for things to not work out? I will not divorce you, no matter what happens.”
I shook my hand free. “Alright. Then, you should leave Xandra and never see her again,” I said icily.
Jameson’s expression turned stiff.
“What? Can’t do that? If you can’t, then what right do you have to talk to me about maintaining this marriage?” I mocked. “You disgust me!”
However, Jameson’s expression softened instead. “Wyn, Xandra is my childhood friend. We grew up together. It’s impossible for me to do as you say and leave her. Even as friends, I cannot agree to never see her again.”
laughed coldly. “Right, you two are openly affectionate in public. You gave her the pink diamond that she had been coveting, and you allowed her to keep making up rumors to hurt me. You’re even holding a party for her. And also didn’t you sponsor her solo concert as well?”
Jameson’s expression turned stiffer and stiffer with each accusation I hurled at him. He tried to explain himself. “It’s not like that, Wyn.”
I batted his hand away as he tried to reach out again. “Do you swear upon your heart that you’ve never slept with her before?”
Instantly, Jameson’s face turned green. He opened his mouth, but then slowly closed it.
My heart trembled as a wave of disgust washed over me.
He had silently confirmed it. He and Xandra definitely had a thing going on. That was why they couldn’t stay separated from each other. And because of his guilt, Jameson indulged in every one of Xandra’s whims. Since he didn’t want to leave me either, he became even more
biased toward her.
I had no idea if I knew about this before I lost my memories. Perhaps I was aware but didn’t dare face the truth, so I kept throwing tantrums just to let out my fear and hurt.
I hadn’t wanted to accept Jameson’s infidelity because of my deep love for him. And yet, it was also because of my love for him that I wanted him to make the final decision.
The Wynonna of the past had lost it all, and she had even been at death’s door.
I laughed so hard that tears kept streaming down my face.
Jameson looked at me. Was that regret in his eyes? Or self–blame? I didn’t want to guess
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I could see Jameson breaking a little as he pulled some tissues to wipe my tears away.
“Get away from me!” I slapped his hand away and pointed at the door. “Get out of my sight! I don’t want to see you, Jameson. Words can’t fully describe my disgust for you.”
The sheet of tissue had landed on the floor after I slapped his hand away. His face was dark as he prepared to blow up, but when he saw my tear–streaked face, he silently left the room and slammed the door behind him.
Meanwhile, I laid back on the bed and continued to cry. I was bidding farewell to the past. I should cut him out of my life and never shed a single tear for him ever again. My tears were worthless now.
By the time my mind hazily made its way back to consciousness, night had already fallen. I rubbed
my eyes, only to find them horribly swollen.
There was no noise outside my room, but I could see the light streaming in through the crack under the door.
Still tired, I got up to splash some cold water on my face before switching on the lights so I could search for my bag. It wasn’t inside this room. My phone wasn’t here either. I was forced to continue my search outside.
When I opened the door, I saw Jameson sitting languidly in the living room with a cigarette in his mouth. The thick smoke made me cough.
Jameson immediately turned his head when he heard me.
“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.
I didn’t answer, but I found my bag after I walked around the living room for a bit. I opened it, but my phone wasn’t inside.
Jameson had a good idea as to what I had been looking for, so he coldly said, “Your phone is with me.”
I got up to leave.
“You won’t be able to leave this place. You don’t have access to your e–hailing apps, and no cab will come all the way here.” He made his way over to me. “Let’s talk, Wynonna.”
I turned to stare at him before delivering a sound slap. It left a vivid print on Jameson’s cheek.
