Page 1 of Blossoms of the Heart
Chapter 1
Phoebe
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“You evil son of a bitch!” I cried.
Jason’s head snapped around the minute I barged into the meeting room.
I’d pushed his door in with such a force that it slammed into the wall, knocking off some of the books on the shelves nearby to the ground.
I didn’t care that he was in a meeting with the secretary of state or any of the government type officials the room was filled with.
I would make him listen to what I had to say, right the hell now.
“Phoebe, as you can see I’m in the middle of a very important meeting.” He glared at me, his dark green eyes piercing into me like daggers.
Yes, I was certain that if he could kill me he would. I would kill him too if I got the chance and could push aside my humanity for the length of time it would take to kill a person.
He’d dealt the last card to break me, truly break me, as if he hadn’t put me through enough.
“I don’t fucking care—you did this.” I held up the letter I’d received that morning and waved it around. It was an eviction notice for the lake house I’d leased for the last four years.
“Oh, you got the memo.” A hint of a smile flashed on his face. It was one of those satisfied, evil smiles that showed his pleasure in my misfortune.
“You spineless, dickless bastard. You had no right.”
I got the place when I suspected that he, my darling ex-husband, the esteemed and notable Governor of Illinois was cheating on me.
Situated in Saugatuck Harbor, the lake house was an hour away from the city. Beautiful and peaceful. The kind of place I could see myself getting settled in for good. That was the plan. I’d escaped there when things went all haywire, and I spent most weekends there when it wasn’t crazy busy at work, or if I wasn’t travelling.
I currently lived in an apartment close to work and had been prepping for the last few weeks to make the move to the lake house. I was going to buy it. I’d finally bit the bullet and decided to pay the deposit just last week.
It felt like a step in the right direction. Almost like a fresh start because I was beginning to piece my life back together.
I hadn’t been there in over two weeks because I was busy, and this morning when I went to check up on the place, I was greeted by a blonde woman in a negligee who claimed to be living there.
Rage filled me when she handed me this letter. I could have breathed fire when I read the contents, informing me of Jason’s purchase of the property and kindly allowing me two weeks to vacate the place.
Anyone else wouldn’t have been able to buy it with my deposit already secured to it.
But Jason wasn’t just anyone—he had power that came with his title. No one wanted to piss off the Governor of Illinois . A man that could practically eat you alive with one word.
The bastard knew I was staying there and he still moved that slut in. Moved her into my home, showing me he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it.
Back when I leased the place I didn’t want to buy it just in case we did divorce and it would become part of our assets that would be divided up. Or in my case excluded.
Jason made sure I got nothing.
Leasing kept it out of that mess because this man made it his mission to take everything I loved away from me. Everything down to the smallest of things he may have given me when we were together.
But what was worse was he used his influential power to try to make my life hell.
We never had a prenup but in the end it was as if we did.
Asshole.
But… I was the bigger idiot for not buying it sooner. That didn’t escape me and I was kicking myself for it.
