Page 19 of Blossoms of the Heart
But the whole Jason thing was…
It was uncharted territory for me since. The short of the long story was she chose him for me, and me being the dutiful daughter, me feeling bad that I never became a teacher like she wanted, went along with it.
I might have been young but I didn’t think things like love and marriage were something to take lightly. I’d robbed myself of my choices when I allowed her to think she could choose for me.
“Things aren’t working out, Mom.”
“Phoebe, make them work. As a wife to an important man like that, you make them work. If he is indeed cheating then that highlights something you did, or didn’t do. You don’t push him into someone else’s bed.”
My breathing stilled as the surprise took me.
She thought it would be my fault if my husband was cheating?
I stood up at the same time that Emma came in.
“I have to go,” I declared.
“I just got here.” Emma gave me a tight-lipped smile and smoothed her hands over her growing belly. She was six months pregnant.
Mom was happy with her because she got married to Dale, one of the most powerful criminal attorneys in Chicago. Mom never had to choose for Emma—everything she did was perfect.
“You’ll have more time to talk about me.” I gave her back the smug bitch smile she threw my way.
I didn’t care. We’d never got on and things weren’t going to get any better.
Before either of them could say anything, I was out the door.
I jumped in my car and headed home.
It was two p.m. I’d have some time to myself before Jason got home.
The person to speak to was him.
Maybe we could patch things up and if he knew how I felt or what my worries were, we could talk them through.
He’d never been mean to me, and always gave me whatever I wanted. Didn’t matter what it was.
But material things weren’t enough for me.
We didn’t talk as a couple, barely slept in the same bed long enough to have sex and… there was something that was missing.
I didn’t want to be right about the cheating. If that was even a possibility then that would be it for us. I just couldn’t be with him after that.
He was supposed to be mine.
Mine only.
If Jason was cheating then I wouldn’t even give him the chance to explain.
I would leave.
The automatic gates opened for me as I drove up to them. As I proceeded up the driveway I noticed his car was there, parked just to the corner of the garage instead of in the garage.
Odd.
He was always so particular about us parking in the garage.
And why was he back in the middle of the day?
