All Chapters of Jacqueline’s Dilemma: Chosen By The Tycoon: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Trigger Alert: Sensitive Content Ahead. At reader’s discretion) ~Jacqueline’s POV~ I sat down at the dining table. I held the cutlery and ate dinner. I had planned to stay the whole day without eating but my stomach had betrayed me. The maid came in with a glass of wine. She had the wine glass on a tray and gently placed it beside my plate. “Ma’am, would you like anything else?” She asked calmly, holding the tray. I shook my head and ate the steak I had cut with my knife. I chewed it, staring at my plate. “Your husband has returned.” She said timidly. I flashed a glance at her. I looked at her blankly and returned my gaze to my plate. I swallowed my food and stretched out my hand a little. I grabbed the glass and took a sip of the wine. “I’ll go back to the kitchen.” She said, getting the hit. It took her long enough. She left the room. I looked at the door. I let out a sigh. I sat down alone, enjoying my not so peaceful dinner. I ate to my satisfaction and discard

~Rex’s POV~ I climbed up the stairs. I disconnected my phone from the AirPods. I slid my hand to the pocket of my trousers and took out the case. I took off the AirPods and kept them in their case. I put it in my pocket and walked towards my bedroom door. I clasped the handle. I was about to turn it but stopped. I turned to the side and looked forward. Cameron stood in front of Cupcake’s door. I hadn’t heard from her all morning. Last time I had seen, she was asleep. I wonder what she was up to. I let out a sigh and walked towards her door. Cameron had seen me coming and unlocked the door. He held it open for me. I reciprocated in a nod and ente red the room. Cupcake sat on the bed, cross-legged. She sneered at me when she realized my presence. She was angry; she didn’t hide it. “What do you want?” She asked firmly. Her tone wasn’t welcoming and indirectly sounded like a threat. “Is it a crime if a husband sees his wife? Or you just don’t like me?” I replied plainly, not

~Jacqueline’s POV~ “Well, well, well! If it isn’t the pauper and her lover? Or would I say, wh*re and her—.” Shirley said curtly, wearing a mischievous smile. “Don’t call her that.” Liam said firmly, scowling at her. “Oh! For goodness sake! She is. It’s high time we called a spade a spade. She was quick to leave and jumped to the next man who could afford the world.” She scoffed. First, it was Liam’s. And now, I’ve to listen to her’s too. “It still confuses on how you dated someone like her. She clearly doesn’t fit your class. A rag dressed in expensive clothing. I had expected someone better and not her.” She continued. I clenched my fists. Someone needed to teach this b*tch to shut her mouth. “Stop it, Shirley. I won’t let you insult her.” Liam defended me. Shirley slung him off, “How pathetic! You’re standing up for someone who left you to be with your brother. I never knew love was this blind. It was obvious that she had bewitched you.” Oh, forget it. I am done being si

~Jacqueline’s POV~ I hurried into the bathroom. I stood in front of the wash basin and lowered my head. Blerugh! I had my hand on my stomach, with the other against the wall. I panted calmly. I turned on the tap and flushed what I had chundered down the drain. I splattered water on my face and turned it off. I wiped off some of the droplets from my face. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were a little swollen and had no so obvious dark eyes underneath. I’ve been having headache all night. Surprisingly, it doesn’t happen during the day but at night, I’m battling to fall asleep with the pain. I had taken the last tablet of the pain reliever two nights ago. Now, I need more. I backed the mirror, leaning against the vanity top. I ran my fingers through my hair. I slowly left my head and had my hand on my neck. I rubbed it tiredly. I have no idea what was wrong with me. I felt something watery sliding down my thighs. I looked at my legs. F**k! Not this too! This was

~Jacqueline’s POV~ I wheeled the cart through the aisles until I got to the checkout. I stood on the queue. I just wanted to pay for these things and go home. A basket hit on my kneel. “Oh! Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going.” The woman, who was abreast of me, apologized. She was much older than I was. Probably in her early sixties, if I’m not mistaken. “It’s okay.” I replied, wearing a faint smile. The woman had her eyes on the queue. She faced me. “Stressful day, huh?” She said, trying to start a conversation. I simply hummed. The cashiers did their best to sped up the payment in front. “So, how many weeks are you?” She said calmly. Huh? “I don’t understand.” I said confusingly. “Never mind. I misunderstood—.” She said friendly. “Next!” The cashier on her queue called. The woman nodded and smiled at me. I had my gaze at her. My brow was furrowed. What did she mean by that? The man in my queue finished. He left the counter. I wheeled the cart. I placed everythin