The Unseen Wife, The Unloved Fiancée

sage from Janice po

me at The Daily Grind

her to perform on. But I was tired of hi

d with the lunchtime crowd. Janice walked in exactly at noon, her eyes scanning the room unti

Janice?" I asked, k

her voice low and sharp. "This litt

en me and Jax

ie. There is no 'you and Jaxon.' There is only Ja

e screen showed a clear photo of their

ow,"

. She had expected shock, tears

nd you're still with him? Do

said coolly. "This is about a pro

lfrieda. And Jaxon is mine. He loves me. He's only with you out o

but I didn't let it sho

ate her. She wanted a react

"Every moment he spends with you is torture for him. He can't

f me, to make me cause a scene. I

p. "I'm d

shot up from her chair. "D

The scalding liquid hit my chest and my bandaged arm. I

d. The cafe

ed her face into an expression of horror. "Oh my g

Jaxon rushed in, his face a mask of con

ened?" he yelled,

I tripped, and the coffee... it went everywhere! I think I burned E

his eyes cold and full of accusation. I was standing there, my shirt soaked, a new,

say to her to make her

didn't even ask if I was okay. H

orm the words. The injusti

o stop harassing Janice," he said, his voice low and men

ce, who was peering at me over his

d to her, his voice softe

under the curious and pitying stares of a room full of strangers. The waitres

ss?" she asked. "Tha

ound in my soul. He had chosen her. In front of everyone, he had chosen his manipulative,

ng else. Something solid and unbreakable. This wasn't just