JACE With a great deal of fear and anger, I tightened my fist more, being so short of words. I probably didn't hear her properly. What was going on? Something was definitely wrong somewhere. My Trisha couldn't do such.  Panting terribly and frowning so much, I jerked her arm and tugged her close to me. "What is going on?!" I asked, my breath slowly whipping off.  "J-Jace?" Her voice was shaky, holding a great thrust of fear. "What's it? What's wrong?" She asked dumbly.  I glared harder, my nose, eyes and lips wrinkling so much from how vexatious I was. "Are you crazy? Don't pretend now. I heard you! I heard you speak to some idiot now!" "What are you saying?" She creased her brows like she was confused. I tightened my tug against her arm, and that made her groan. "Stop this game of yours. What's all this?!" I yelled. 

She kept her stare at me, and furrowed her eyebrows into a small frown. All I did was to look at her with quivering eyes. Her questions definitely cut my throat. What was I going to do? How did she even get here in the first place? "I asked you a question Trisha." She reminded me that I needed to speak. But what could I say? "Well ma, this person is…" I said in a stutter, but stopped when Xander walked closer to her. "Is this your mom, Trisha?" He asked as he grinned at her.  I chuckled nervously. "Yes she is. She's my mom. I mean, my mother-in-law." "Oh nice." He said, and stretched his hand for a handshake. Good for me, he was smart enough to grasp that he had to put on an act. "Nice meeting you ma'am. My name is Xander. I'm Trisha's colleague at her office." "Colleague?" She raised an eyebrow at him, obviously still doubting me. "But how can a

Trisha "And the investments…" I heard Xander say that, and then, I trailed off into my immense thoughts.  If there was a word greater than "shocked" that could explain how I felt when Jace yelled back at me days back, then that word was definitely going to be an overly great one.  I was just so amused to see him finally supporting that girl with so much ardency. I had truly never seen him that angry, or that uninterested in me. And the worst thing was that he didn't even seem to be moved by my menace and shouts. He ignored it all.  But the thing that made me confused was the fact that I actually felt weird and angry about the whole thing. Sincerely, I didn't like the way I saw that idiot so close to my husband. I didn't love him, but I almost felt jealous. I was truly angry that day, I wasn't playing around. But how in the world was it even possible that I cared

Alright. It seemed like I had had enough of seeing her being so hesitant. It wasn't even like she was speaking to someone else. She was literally speaking to me.  "What's the problem Jill? I don't think I appreciate the fact that you're pausing at every interval. Can you please speak in words?" I protested, being as cool as possible. She exhaled hard again. "I seriously don't want you to feel hurt, but I'll just have to be truthful." She said, still looking hesitant.  "Ok. Go on." I became more fearful. "The thing is," She started to speak. "I don't want to be the one to comfort you anymore. I'm sick of it. Like, I'm tired of being uncomfortable. It's... it's not too good." I kept my stare, unable to say anything to her. What was she saying? She was probably joking around with me.  Uncontrollably, I chuckled. "Gosh Jill, you're so good at actin

I kept staring as I knew nothing to do. How could he become so cold all of a sudden? M-my Jace wasn't like this. He was a cheerful and sweet person although he had faced a lot of bad things. "Jace." I called gently, moving forward to his table. "Can you please let me speak to you? Please." He concentrated on his laptop, literally ignoring my presence. Then, he grabbed his phone and dialed someone's number.  "Hey Brittany," He greeted, his voice as harsh as hell. Was he that hurt that he was speaking harshly to everyone? Oh fuck! I didn't know what the caller said, but it made him roll his eyes. "Not that one. What were you thinking? Huh? Can you not even try to be calculative?" He groused at the person.   I lowered my head and faced the floor, feeling really embarrassed. In the three to four months I had been with him, he had never spoken to anyone in a really stri