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