MasukThree weeks had passed, and in that time, something strange had happened.Jacob—my disingenuous, playboy husband—had become devout, loving, and compassionate. He came home every night at the earliest hour he could and spent every possible minute with me until he had to leave again.He called and texted me while at work, he told me about his day, he made jokes, he bought me flowers and presents, he asked to watch the stars together, and took me on late night boat rides, and went on early morning hikes, and he took me shopping, and made me lunch—Although I tried to be doubtful, he made my heart flutter again.All calls from Coral were sent immediately to voicemail.Tonight we sat at dinner at a restaurant at the top of a skyscraper.“Can I see your phone?” I asked after the main course had been served. He paused but then pulled out his phone and handed it to me. “What’s the code?”“Your birthday.”“Really?”He nodded.I typed it and it worked.I glanced up at him as he focused on the va
“Of course I love you, you idiot!” I spat at him. “Why else would I put up with all this?! But I regret it, okay? I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was so delusional that I thought I could make you love me back. I’m sorry I ever thought you could see me as your equal.”“You love me.”“Please,” I whimpered, tears falling from my eyes, “please let me go now. I can’t… I can’t do it anymore.”“Cass…”“I won’t take anything.” I choked, “I’ll take nothing. I won’t talk about it. I beg you, Jacob. Please let me—”“Cassie!” He snapped and put his hands on my cheeks, “Cassie, I’m not letting you go anywhere.”I closed my eyes and coughed out a sob.I opened my eyes slowly as he continued, “why would you leave me if you love me?”I couldn’t answer. It turned out I wasn’t as emotionally secure as I thought I was. Seeing my dad in a hospital bed… knowing my husband and my choices were the things that put him there… I couldn’t hold it in anymore.His hands tightened on me as he said, “You can’t leave me. I w
Cassie POVIt was my first day working in Antonia Reeva’s office. To my disappointment, Antonio had been called away. But his son, Marcus, was at the door to greet me and show me around.“My father does a lot of his research in these rooms. The building isn’t new and he and Mila Turner have been renovating the upper levels. We’ll usually be working on the 11th and 12 floor but we’ll be on the 8th floor until that’s done.” Marcus explained. “You will have your own office soon.”“This is great,” I smiled. I didn’t care where I worked. I was just excited to work. I was excited for this opportunity. I bashfully warned, “I’m pretty sure I’m too out of practice for all this.”“Non-sense.” He smiled warmly and put a hand on my shoulder. I flinched away from it instinctively. Nervous, he pulled his hand away and his face turned serious. He said, “you will do great. They’re building everything from the ground up. You won’t have to do anything alone.”He looked around the room, then smiled and
Jacob’s POVThe issue at the company had been resolved. A few company apologies and lunches to repair minor damages.The call from Bart Burton was unexpected and mildly unwelcome. Although he wanted to take the lead on these dinners, he couldn’t help but be curious about his father-in-law’s call.Jacob sat on the small stone patio outside his office, sipping his cappuccino and looking over the city.Bart sat across from him.“I don’t have a lot of time. How much do you need this time?” Jacob asked. His tone dismissive.“We don’t want your money.” Bart told him.Jacob smirked. Then he looked at Bart and raised an eyebrow, “oh?”Jacob put the cup down and settled in his chair.“What’s your plan then? Continue to stress out your daughter and wife while searching for a job. Eat into your savings? Do you… still have a savings?” Jacob smirked mockingly.Jacob took another sip of his drink, sighed loudly, and smiled at Bart.Bart said, “I don’t want your filthy money.“yes you do.”“My daugh
The house looked nothing like how I’d left it. It had been returned to its standard state.Jacob had returned to work shortly after dropping me off at home after the hospital. And he’d spent the night there.I had every right to be mad. I knew that.But still, I couldn’t get over the fear and guilt over him risking his company and the lives of all his employees just because I’d left.So I spent my morning baking a triple-tier cake, homemade frosting that read “thank you for your efforts,” about 80 cookies, 20 croissants, and 30 brownies, and I packed them all up, and bought 3 litres of coffee to bring to Jacob’s office.I went to his office building and approached the front desk.“Good morning. Are you… visiting?” The receptionist asked. She looked at my small wagon cart of desserts.“I’m bringing this for my husband.” I explained with a smile.“Oh,” her face brightened as if that made more sense than whatever she was thinking, “do you know where he works?”“The CEO’s office.” I answe
CASSIE POVGlaring at Jacob only seemed to make him happier. It hurt to sit. My butt felt swollen and hot. He’d never spanked me before. Not like that, at least.That was angry, and infuriating. Who was he to be mad at me?!I was his perfect wife! I cooked! I cleaned! I forgave every unimaginable indiscretion. I slept with him regularly, even when the sight of him disgusted me.And he had the audacity to be mad at me?!He sat in his seat and looked out the window. A faint smile on his lips.I couldn't guess what was in his head. But then again... we hadn't been as close since getting married. Before marriage - before I caught him in the club and found out I'd been a bet - I could ask him any question. And he'd always answer honestly... or I thought he did at least.Curiously, I decided to test that.“How many women have you been with?” I decided to ask. The air locked in my throat as soon as I said it.He looked at me, his eyes lost.Then he focused and said, “two.”“Two?” I felt stra







