The drive to Sinclair Enterprises was awkward and silent. Jason kept on bouncing his feet and tapping on the window, his thoughts in a frenzy. His anxiety about the paternity of Lana had reached its peak.He looked over at Diana, who hadn't said a word to him since they began the journey. Her jaw was clenched, and her gaze was fixed on the road.“I'm sorry, Jason,” Diana muttered under her breath.“About Christopher? Don't be. I've been wanting to punch him like that for years, and I finally got the opportunity.” Jason Blurted out, his words coming out in a sober tone despite his attempt to lighten the mood with them.“No, not just about today; I'm sorry that I ever even got with him in the first place.” Diana paused, parked the car, and turned to Jason, looking him in the eyes, her gaze intense. “I'm sorry for not trying harder,” her voice cracked.Diana’s words tugged at Jason’s heart. It was the first time she was apologising for what she had done to him. His eyes dropped to avoid
"Jason, you've been looking in there for a while now; there's nothing there that I haven't already written off,” Diana said as Jason rummaged through her wardrobe.It was the night of the reunion, and after hopelessly scanning through her wardrobe for something to wear, Jason offered to help Diana, saying he could find something because he had a ‘fresh set of eyes'.“The event is starting in an hour... Maybe I should tell Renee I got sick and won’t be able to make it." Diana muttered to herself.Jason left her things and went over to his wardrobe to get the dress that he had bought for her.Diana furrowed her brows in confusion. “You want me to wear one of your..." Her words were caught in her throat, and her eyes widened when Jason pulled out a stunning red dress.It was a sleek, little red dress, crafted from luxurious fabric, a Henrik’s original piece. Its modest length was complemented by delicate lace and an elegant neckline.“Will this do?” Jason said it with a triumphant smile,
Jason and Diana eventually got separated as the night went on. As one of the most popular girls in their class, Diana was being greeted and talked to by anyone and everyone, and with Renee by her side, the attention was magnified.On the other hand, most people didn't remember Jason. He had only been with them for a year, so it didn't really bother him. Plus, he didn't like most of the people here.Nearly all of them had ridiculed him during his time in university for not being as well off as the rest of them.He also wasn't in the mood to socialize; if his issues with Diana weren't enough to occupy his thoughts, now there was a situation with Bruno and Amara.It was easy for him to not mind keeping Andrew in the dark; he was a dick and probably wouldn't take Jason’s word anyway. But Renee was a kind woman who he didn't want to see hurt.Sadly, just like in the Andrew case, there was the problem of his word against the word of her spouse.He heaved a sigh and ran his hands through his
Damien's eyes shone with excitement and widened slightly in surprise as he heard Jason’s terms. He chuckled, mocking, “You’re really aiming big Thrifty Jay, you think you’re going to end up with my car? " I’m game.” Damien smirkedJason smiled and said, "Perfect." The onlookers were all convinced that Jason was crazy or too cocky for his own good. How could anything a pauper like Jason bring an artwork more valuable than Damien’s, a show-off who took every opportunity to brag and let it be known that he was the wealthiest in the room?Internally, Jason was satisfied; a subtle smirk played on his lips, knowing exactly how things would play out. He had specifically told Timothy to get the most valuable artwork by Dorian Theodorus, a Greek sculptor who was very skilled but not known by many. Not only because of the value but also because he remembered that Renee was a lover of Greek sculptors and Greece in general.Jason, Damien, and the rest of their ex-classmates, who were now investe
Everyone looked over to Damien, who was now as red as a tomato. He thought of bolting right then and there; his father had recently cut him off, and if he were to give Jason the Mercedes, he'd have to become best friends with the bus. But he knew that if he didn't keep his end of the deal, it would only add to his humiliation.Just as Diana was about to question how Jason was able to afford such an expensive piece, Damien walked up to their table.Everyone watched, anticipating what Damien would do next. They were still awestruck by the value of the sculpture Jason presented. Damien stood in front of Jason and said, “You win dickhead." he begrudgingly mutteredJason addressed Damien. “You know what, Damien? You can keep your car. My victory and the look on your face right now are satisfaction enough.” he said, a smirk plastered on his lips.“Oh, how generous of you, Thrifty Jay. You think you’re some high and mighty savior, being the bigger person and pitying me in front of all these
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