Chapter 98-Work Wife Goes to Jail

Chapter 98

Ginny’s POV

“I’m sorry Miss, you are not pregnant,” The doctor’s words ring in my ears. 

“How is that possible?” I ask with a heavy sigh.

“IVF is not a guarantee.  The sample was damaged the fertilization was weak.  The embryos could not survive. There is no more to try.”

He leaves me to get dressed and look up at the ceiling.  This was my last shot.  Without a baby I can’t prove he performed.  I lost. 

Mom is waiting in the lobby for me.  After all she did for me, I lost. 

“So?” Mom looks excited. 

“No,” I shake my head.  “I don’t know what to do now.”

“We will think of something.  A man worth r 6 billion is not going to slip away from us,” Mom takes my hand and we leave the office. 

A hour later we are sitting in my lawyer’s office talking on a computer to my lawyer in California.

“They will accept a plea but they want actual jail time,” She says.

Mom inhales and shakes her head.  “She had sex and now she goes to jail?”

“She drugged someone and lied about it.  All she had to do was say, I drugged him and slept next to him,” My lawyer shakes her head.  “But you had to claim you had sex with him.”

“How much time?” I ask defeated. 

“You are giving up?” Mom asks insulted.  “After everything you are ready to give up?”

“What else is there?” I look at her.  “The drugs did not get out of his system, and I didn’t get pregnant. So, I will do my time and move on.”

“You will not go to jail,” Mom demands. 

“It’s 18 months, we advise you take it,” My Massachusetts Lawyer tells me.  

“Fine,” Mom stands up.  “When does she report?”

“Within 30 days,” They tell me and I nod.

“I’ll fly out there tomorrow,” I close my eyes.  “It’s all over.”

Mom won’t look at me as we leave.  I go home and sit in my childhood bedroom.  There is nothing I can take from here.  I see everything my parents gave me.  Every whim fulfilled.  I’m Harvard Educated.  I am Icarus and Nick Laine is my sun.  I reached too far and now I will sit very still for 18 months.  I listened to the wrong person.  Mom succeeded because technology was bad.  She found a weakness in the woman she replaced.  Raija has no weaknesses. 

No one loves the way Nick does.  And he loves Raija.

I sleep one more night in my bed and get on the plane the next morning.  My Mom hasn’t spoken to or looked at me since yesterday. My father is in Europe with his new mistress.  I’m not sure he knows what is going on at all.  He lets Mom spend money as long as she doesn’t interfere with his sex life. 

“Jennifer Norse?” two uniformed officers are waiting for me when I step off the plane.

“That’s me,” I turn around so they can put the hand cuffs on.

“You can walk with us,” one of them says. 

I ride in the cop car and they take me to a center.  I’m processed and given an orange jumpsuit. 

When it’s over I am sitting in a tiny cell.  I’m alone.  That was deal. I get a private cell. Mostly for my own protection.  I’m not strong enough to fight for myself.  They will eat me alive in here if given the chance. 

For the next 18 months this is my life.  No child, no husband.  No Parents.  Nothing.  I have nothing. 

The last thing I saw on my phone was the I***a announcement. Raija has given birth. She gave Nick a daughter. None of my sons were strong enough to survive, but she gave him a son. I sit in my cell on the floor. There is noise everywhere but I am alone.

The guard comes by and tells me about food.  I walk into a cafeteria with a guard.

“You only get escorted this week,” the guard tells me.  “After that you are on your own.  Your lawyers only got you protective custody for seven days.  After that you will do meal and exercise with the gen pop.”

“I understand,” I say keeping my head down.

“Looking small is not going to help you,” She tells me. 

“I don’t know how else to look,” I tell her. 

“You get only 6 more days to figure it out,” The guard tells me as I’m given a tray. 

She leads me to a table where I am off the side.  The food is tasteless.  But it has a smell, and not a good one.  I’ve never been overweight, but I’m going to lose weight in here.

The night is the worst.  There is a light above my bed.  I have to wait for them to shut it off.  I have no windows so I don’t know it’s still daylight or not.  The other women are talking to each other. I have nothing to say.  There is nothing I can do.  I’m here.