All Chapters of The Price of Forgiveness: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

FlashBack Continued:It took two days, but my parents told me at dinner that someone had bought our house. And that by next month, our rent would be cut in half."That's amazing!" I gasped. "Why are they cutting it?"My dad answered, "Apparently, they want to preserve the neighbourhood. A large developer is interested in buying up the land and someone doesn't want to let them. So they're keeping people here for cheaper so no one will sell.""Does that mean I can quit my job?" I didn't want to seem as excited as I did. I wanted to be able to spend time with Jake, though. Jake and maybe make more friends at school if I could spare the time."No, this means you can start saving your money for university." Mom said. "If we can manage to pay everything ourselves, and you maintain your scholarship, then all the money you've been making can go to paying for you to go to school.""If you work harder now, you won't have to work harder later." Dad agreed.They were right, I knew that. Besides..

Laura and Lincoln both looked shocked. Fear settled back into Coral’s wide eyes. And Jacob stilled beside me.It was almost a powerful feeling knowing how much my next words could damage their sense of control. But I knew that the outcome was very unlikely to be in my favour so I simply turned to Jacob.“She was the girl I met yesterday at the spa. Her husband paid me $100,000 for my spot.” I looked back at Coral and tilted my head, fighting my smile and tone to be as mocking and humiliating as possible. “Why didn’t you come with your husband? Surely you wouldn’t trade someone as powerful and considerate as you described him to be for—no offense Brody—him. I know you’re new to the administration side of business, but that really seems like a bad trade.”Lincoln choked out a laugh but Laura seemed almost mortified. She wasn’t offended though, and readily watched the show with her husband.Coral glanced nervously at Jacob. If Jacob dared to support her now, he would quickly learn how mu

What I had heard in the washroom echoed through my ears.Had I known what this would be like when I was 16, I never would’ve looked at him. A hundred faces flashed through my mind as I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. I finished it quickly before pouring more.If I was going to surrender and date in highschool, I should've chosen better. I shouldn't have made myself a game for rich men to compete over. I should've accepted the offers of someone like George Feltson - a shy boy with only a couple more friends than I'd had. He'd worked hard to build the confidence to ask me out. I'd almost agreed. I'd let him sit and study with me but he'd continuously gotten distracted trying to get to know each other. Annoyed, I'd sent him away.Duncan Ashdar had been one of the top athletes at school. I'd rejected him because I was scared he'd like to party too much and wouldn't take any relationship seriously. He'd give me the space to study, but I hadn't trusted what he'd

Jacob hadn’t spoken to me since leaving the café. The drive to the airport was quiet and tense.We drove behind the airport and into a designated section of the runway. He jumped out of the car the moment the car was parked.I unbuckled my seatbelt and Cal—driving the car—said, “he was terrified when he saw the house. He thought the worst. He is not mad, he’s concerned.”“Thank you,” I mumbled as I got out of the car.I followed Jacob onto his private plane. He sat me across from him at a table.He was staring at his phone, still not saying a word.The tense atmosphere was suffocating.“I didn’t check out of my hotel.” I said.“Cal will handle it.” He said without emotion or acknowledgement.“I didn’t get my stuff.”“Cal dealt with it.”“What’s the meal plan for the flight? I haven’t had breakfast.”“Cal will handle it.”I hesitated, then said, “what was your work emergency last night?”“We invested 3.7 billion dollars into a project that was about to fall through because an intern en

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