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CHAPTER ONE:
“I need you to exchange rooms with Lillian,” Jasper said. “She complained about feeling too lonely at night.”
Rose froze, her fingers still around the pen she’d been using to write. She lifted her gaze from her book to meet her husband’s eyes.
She couldn't have heard right. “I… I don't understand.”
His face hardened. “What’s so hard to understand? Lillian will start sleeping with me in our bedroom tonight, and you take the guest room.”
“But I’m your wife.” Her voice shook a little. “It makes no sense that Lillian gets to share our bedroom with you.”
Jasper Thompson shot to his feet, his eyes blazing with anger. “Why do you always have to be so difficult and selfish even after all the sacrifices Lillian made for us? She was willing to be our surrogate and even refused payment, the least we could do is make her life easier.”
Making her life easier by making mine harder?! Rose wanted to yell that in his face but held back, her nails digging into her palm.
She knew from experience that matters concerning Lillian never went in her favor.
Her husband and her in-laws were always on Lillian’s side.
Sometimes, even Rose felt like she was being unreasonable and unfair to Lillian who had selflessly decided to be their surrogate.
Sadly, Rose had suffered too many miscarriages—nine of them in five years.
Nine.
Chronic Endometritis.
A persistent inflammation of the uterine lining that made it difficult for an embryo to implant properly and remain stable.
That was the doctor’s diagnosis.
Rose had suggested adoption, but Jasper's parents forbade it. Then Lillian had stepped in and saved the day—or in a more literal sense, their marriage.
At first, everything was great. Lillian was the most supportive and Jasper had been the most understanding. They were all happy, it felt like those years when all three of them hung out in high school and college.
But things went downhill after the first month. Rose was pushed aside for Lillian’s sake. She was ignored and disrespected… it no longer felt like this was her home or her family.
Last week, she’d caught a terrible fever and needed to go to the doctor’s but Jasper had taken Lillian to go shopping because somehow, it was far more important than Rose’s health.
“I’ll spend the night with her until she falls asleep and then I can return to our bedroom,” Rose suggested quietly.
Jasper laughed. A harsh, cruel one.
Of course, she’d suggest that.
He knew Rose had always been jealous of Lillian, but he'd had enough of her nonsense.
“I don't know why I thought you'd be reasonable,” he sneered. “I’ll have the maids move your things, it’s not like I needed your permission to get things done in my own house.”
Rose couldn't understand why her husband was behaving this way. The issue was about Lillian being lonely at night, wasn't it?
They could find other solutions. Hell, her suggestion wasn't bad. Why was he hell-bent on changing her room permanently?
It wasn’t fair.
“I can't let another woman move into my matrimonial bed.”
“Another woman?” Jasper repeated those words like they left a bitter taste on his tongue. “That ‘other woman’ is doing what you can't do!”
His words broke Rose’s heart in a million pieces and the tears she had been holding, flowed freely.
“That’s… that’s not fair,” she whispered tearfully. “How could you say those words to me?”
A flicker of guilt crossed Jasper’s face and he looked away for a brief moment. “You made me say it. You were being stubborn.”
Rose said nothing. She stared at the man she'd loved almost all her life as tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
This man used to love her.
This man would have never blamed her for having miscarriages.
He would've never placed another woman above her.
Her heart hurt, her chest felt so tight, and it felt like she was going to pass out.
Where was the man she’d fallen in love with?
Jasper approached her, wiping her cheeks gently. “I should have controlled my anger. What I said wasn't fair to you,” he admitted. “But I need you to understand me.”
Understand?
That's all she’s ever done. Even when it inconvenienced her, hurt her, broke her—she chose to understand!
“…I’m only going to share a room with her for the next six months when the baby arrives,” he continued calmly. “Please, understand that Lillian needs us right now and we should do whatever we can to make this work.”
It was clear to her that no matter what she said or how she felt about this, Jasper’s mind was made up.
Rose gave a slight nod in defeat and he smiled, clearly happy to have persuaded her into such a ridiculous arrangement.
“But I have two conditions,” she said firmly.
His smile fell. “Rose—”
“Only two,” she insisted. “And then you and Lillian can share a room.”
CHAPTER EIGHT:The sinking feeling in her stomach was undeniable proof to her that Jasper had everything to do with this mess. Rose flashed the receptionist one last, embarrassed smile, ignoring the weird stares as she hurried out of the hotel. Just then, the clouds opened and it started pouring—heavily. Rose sighed wearily. Just her luck that it would start raining when she practically had no roof over her head. She quickly dialed Jasper’s number—the last person she needed to hear from at the moment. Thrice she tried and he never answered, but on the fourth try, his aggravating voice filtered through the speakers. “Well, that didn't take long,” he said smugly. She could literally hear the smile in his voice.“What did you do to my card?” Rose asked, with anger and frustration. “Your card?” He mocked. “Now, we both know the truth. That’s my account, baby.”She felt like smashing her head into the wall, her grip on her phone tightened as she drew in a sharp breath. “I worked hard
CHAPTER SEVEN:Kai watched the woman sitting next to him in his car cry her heart out. Her tears smeared her mascara all over her face—her once pretty face was a mess of the black running ink mixed with tears and snot. She choked on her loud sobs as her body shook with it. Her fists were clenched so hard on her lap, he knew it had to hurt. She looked pitiful. He let her cry. Not exactly because he cared—he didn't know how to comfort her.It was probably for the best to let the hurt in her heart bleed onto the surface. After all, he could tell she hid her pain well in front of those vultures. Getting her away from those people had meant he'd used his fist on that idiot’s face and threatened to make a big deal out of this. Apparently, Rose wasn't even that important to them once he pretended to call the cops. It took over thirty minutes for her to calm down and then, embarrassment crept in, settling in her stomach. “I… I’m sorry,” she blurted, avoiding his eyes, her voice hoarse f
CHAPTER SIX:The shocked expression on Jasper’s face gave her a tiny bit of satisfaction, however, she’d just put herself in a very awkward position.“Roseanne, are you drunk?” Kai’s deep voice boomed through the speakers.How did he even know it was her? She’d only saved his contact on her phone earlier but she hadn't called until now.She brushed the thought aside and resumed her act. “Of course,” she giggled. “I’ve just told him about the divorce. We can finally be together. I’ll tell you everything, just please, come pick me up. Please!” She said the last word with every bit of urgency, hoping Kai would read her cry for help as she abruptly ended the call, facing a red-faced Jasper.“You were cheating on me.” He didn't ask, he accused and if eyes could kill, Rose would have been six feet under by now.“You pretended to be a dutiful and loyal wife, you acted like you were in love with me and yet, you had an affair?!” He bellowed, body trembling with pure rage.Rose subtly took a st
CHAPTER FIVE: Rose’s words had barely made it past her lips when Jasper lunged forward, striking her hard across the face. She stumbled back, a shocked gasp escaping her. Rose raised a hand to her burning cheek as tears stung her eyes. Confusion and anger warred in her. “Apologize!” Jasper barked, his eyes blazing with anger. “Apologize to Lillian right this instant!”Rose’s wide, teary eyes moved from Jasper’s to Lillian who had a devilish smirk on her face. She knew by now that everything she had was gone. Her family, her husband, and her… ‘best friend.’ She wondered when it all started. How had she never noticed? It was now all coming back.The subtle gazes Jasper aimed at Lillian that Rose had summed up as concern for the baby. The odd way Lillian had tried to exert dominance around the house but Rose had only thought it was pregnancy hormones.The times Jasper would lighten up when Lillian walked in…Rose’s chest ached so hard, it felt like it’d been struck with an axe. G
CHAPTER FOUR:‘Yes, what about it?’She couldn't recognize the woman whose eyes shone with hatred and contempt directed at her. Rose could handle public humiliation from her mother-in-law and cold treatment from her husband, but this? It felt like her heart had been brutally ripped from her chest. Her body shook as tears threatened to spill. “Why?” She managed. “Why did you do it? Why are you acting this way?” Lillian rolled her eyes and looked away, completely ignoring her.God. How blind and foolish had she been? Rose had this strong, overwhelming urge to scream, to break things—she wanted to slap herself hard until her cheeks burned. But instead, she dug her nails into her flesh, grounding herself with every ounce of energy she had left. “Lillian, Jasper. I need to speak with you in private.” “Who are you to demand that?” Elaine jumped in. “And these guests are here for them, don’t ruin their moment.” Rose turned to her, her eyes filled with rage. “I’ll create a bigger scen
CHAPTER THREE:At 3:11 p.m., Rose was running late. The fashion designer had taken most of her time and she had less than thirty minutes to get stuff from the mall and get back home just in time. Which was no longer possible as she’d caused an accident, leaving scratches and a dent on the expensive-looking, black, sleek car, and in turn ruining her bumper.Rose immediately hopped out of her car as the driver in the black car stepped out, looking pissed.She hurried over to the man dressed in a dark suit. “I’m so sorry,” she said quickly. “I’m really sorry, I didn't mean to.”“Ma'am, you were driving recklessly, you could have killed people.”“You’re right,” she admitted earnestly, hoping the man would accept cash and keep insurance out of it. The last thing she needed was a claim on record—or, God forbid, the cops. Her family—especially her father-in-law—wouldn't let her live it down. She was just about to politely offer some cash when the back door suddenly opened and the man who







