The clouds roared in the sky as Jason drove the Mercedes through New York. The storm in the sky was nothing compared to the storm in his mind as he replayed the events that had just occurred.Diana had made her choice. And it wasn't him. He wasn't upset with her because she didn't choose him. Yes, it hurt him, but he understood that Stephen had put her between a rock and a hard place.What he was most upset about was that she didn't come clean to say that she chose her family. Instead, she tried to use the excuse that she was divorcing him because of his alleged infidelity.He let out a cold chuckle as he thought of how he had intended for this night to end. He wanted to present the necklace to her and finally fill the jewelry box. Not just that, but beyond the night, he planned on finally stepping up.As he retraced the events of the night, he put the pieces together. Andrew was probably the one who was on the phone with Diana, no doubt feeding her lies about him.That was what he ha
Amelia got a bottle of Bourbon from her pantry along with two glasses and poured the liquid into them. She handed a glass to Jason and took a sip from the other.“Thank you,” said Jason as he took the glass from her hands.Jason took a sip and then began, “The truth is, you won't have to worry about what Diana would think about me spending the night here because..." He paused, finding it hard to complete the sentence, “We are getting divorced.”Amelia’s eyes widened, and her expression shifted from casual interest to a mix of surprise and concern. She set down her drink, absorbing what Jason had just said. “Divorced?” she asked, her tone a blend of disbelief and something else that Jason couldn't quite read."Yes," he took a swig from his drink. “I don't want to dump all the details on you, but just know there's nothing for you to worry about."Amelia nodded. “I'm so sorry, sir; this must be very difficult for you.”Jason sighed “It's fine.” Jason said it with a sad smile.Amelia move
Jason parked in front of the mansion. He got out, boxes in hand, and was pleased to see that there were no cars parked in the compound, meaning no one was home except for the housekeepers.He knocked on the door, and one of the housekeepers opened it for him. He greeted her and walked in. Without wasting any time, he went up to be in Diana’s room.As he entered the room, he was surprised to find everything exactly as it was last night, meaning Diana had most likely not slept there.Setting the boxes down on the floor, he began to pack the last three years of his life into them. He emptied all his things from the drawers, bathroom, and shelves. He also made sure to tuck the apartment key safely in his pocket.Finally, when he got to the wardrobe, he felt a dull ache in his chest as he picked up the Harry Winston necklace. It made him think about how differently he expected the night to end. He sighed and put it in a separate box from the rest of the things.He walked over to the bedsid
It had been an hour since Jason and Diana signed the papers. It had been an hour since they ended a three-year union in about three seconds. It had been an hour, and in that time, Jason should’ve already reached the apartment and called Timothy and Reuben to meet up with him like he said he would.But he was still parked a few blocks away from the Sinclair mansion, sitting still in the driver's seat, staring into the distance, dazed.A single tear traveled down his cheeks as he thought of what he had just done. This is exactly why he wanted to sign the papers today; he knew that if he waited for even a day, he wouldn’t trust himself to sign them.What hurt him more was that when he looked back at their marriage, he didn’t have memories of laughter or warmth. Maybe in the honeymoon stage, but most of it was Diana’s silent disdain. She had only just started coming around when Stephen came in with that ultimatum that put it all to an end.He looked down at his ring finger, where his wedd
Ding!Jason checked the notification on his phone thinking that it was Timothy’s email but instead, it was a message from Christopher Christopher: Brother please can we meet up tomorrow, it's urgent.Jason audibly chuckled at the message. Brother? Christopher had never referred to Jason as his brother, not even when they were little. What the hell was he on?He discarded the message and continued to wait for Timorhy’s list and the flight confirmation.Ding!Another notification. He thought for sure that this time it was from Timothy, but a scowl was etched on his face when he saw that it was Christopher once againChristopher: It's about my mom.Jason’s heart leaped out of his chest and then sunk into the bottom of his stomach. His eyes fixed on the screen, a mix of concern and curiosity etched on his face. What about Elizabeth? He wondered.Elizabeth Mathews was Christopher's mom who was also like a mother to Jason. One of his last memories of his mom was her entrusting Elizabeth wi
With the anticipation for the journey ahead and his meeting with Christopher, Jason barely got any sleep that night. It was now the next morning, and he woke up groggy and a bit disoriented.His stomach rumbled, and he clutched it in agony. Since the light breakfast he had hastily prepared at Amelia's apartment yesterday, he hadn't eaten. With the emotions from the divorce weighing on him and the preparations for the trip, he had forgotten to eat something.There was no food in the apartment, as Jason barely stayed there. He decided that he'd get something to eat on his way back from Christipher’s.He checked the message that Christopher sent him yesterday containing his address. It was about thirty minutes from the apartment. He got ready in a hurry and then went downstairs. He didn't take the Benz and opted for the taxi instead.The car wasn't his style, and he didn't want to get used to it. He made a mental note to call Timothy and tell him to donate the car.When he got into the t
“Mom?” Jason’s voice trembled as he called out, her name hanging in the air like a whisper. In the surreal and unfamiliar landscape, his mother, Abigail, stood before him.She was beautiful as ever; her brunette tresses cascaded down her back in bouncy curls, perfectly framing her ivory face.Desperation seized him as he chased after her, the dream shifting and twisting with each step. Amidst the laughter of distant children, she remained elusive, running away in a dreamlike ballet. “Wait, Mom!” he called, the park transforming into a maze of memories.A muted groan came out of Jason’s lips as he blinked his eyes open. His body felt heavy, and when he tried to move it, he felt strangely confined. Then the realization struck him like a harsh blow: he was tied to a chair.The rough texture of the rope pressed into his wrists. As his gaze flickered around the room, he was disturbed to find that it had an unsettling resemblance to his childhood bedroom.The bed, draped with faded sheets, s
Jason’s pulse quickened as he sat there. Beads of sweat decorated his face, and his palms were clammy against the texture of the chair. His breath came out in shallow gasps, and the air was heavy with the scent of fear.As the seconds flickered by, the room seemed to get smaller and smaller.His thoughts raced. If he died now, he would never meet his real family and know for sure what or who his mother was running from, he thought.His reverie continued, and he thought of Lana. If he breathed his last breath in this chair, he would never know if Lana was his child; if she was, he'd never know the joy of being a father.Calculated but hesitant footsteps filled the air, boring through his thoughts and bringing him back to his grim reality. The blood on his face blurred his vision, but he could slightly make out when the person entered the room.It was a masked figure; the person was big and tall. That was all Jason could make out. He bowed his head, his chest tightening. So this was his