Found Love When Your Gone

Chapter 10

Jessica Pov...

I wasn’t just angry.

I was burning like hell the moment I saw Gertrude was back, something inside me snapped! Something ugly, something I had kept buried for years.

She was supposed to stay gone, hidden just like that.

She was supposed to disappear quietly just like I planned.

But now?

She is here standing too close to us and breathing the same air as him. Jonathan is mine! And that’s the reality she must know. I clenched my jaw and nails digging into my palm as I replayed everything in my head.

Five years.

Five years of building my place beside him.

Five years of making sure he saw only me.

Five years of making him forget her.

Everything ws alareday doing fine, even though his father won't approve of me, but now she thinks she can just walk back into our lives?

NO!

It’s a damn big NO!

I won’t let that happen.

"I won’t let him marry her.” The words slipped from my lips earlier, sharp and final because that’s the truth. Jonathan Evans is not something you lose.

He is something you claim and I already did.

To get to the bottom of this, I tracked her down easily.

Of course, Gertrude was predictable in that way and I always knew. Everything is always scheduled, always organized, always easy to find if you know where to look, because she is not an ordinary woman.

The Star Building is always her territory even when they are digging the land. No one knows it but me, as her best friend. I almost smiled, saying best friend.

Arriving at the Felecity Tower, I felt something was off, but I ignored anyway, focusing on my goal. Everything was polished, controlled, and it's screaming of her.

When I asked them about her, they said I should wait. So I did! But waiting has never been my cup of tea.

Instead, I wandered, and I talked until she came. And I talked too much, too loudly and carelessly. It didn’t hit me until it was too late. The unmatched silence, the way the staff suddenly avoided my eyes and the subtle shift of atmosphere.

Then the best entrance of the day happened!

My blood ran cold when Mr. Cushe appeared. Every word I had just said echoed in my head like a death sentence.

I wanted to take it back.

Undo it and swallow every insult, every threat, every careless accusation I had thrown into the air but I couldn’t because he heard everything!

Panic clawed its way up my throat, unable to think what I must do.

This wasn’t part of the plan and this wasn’t supposed to happen. Gertrude was supposed to be the one cornered, not me.

I left, and I didn’t even remember how. All I knew was that I needed Jonathan right now. He is the only person who can calm me and give me enough peace.

When I saw him, something inside me cracked.

“Babe!” I rushed toward him, looking pathetic who needed his love, care and comfort. Pretending I had a bad day ahead but instead of what I needed desperately, he snapped.

“What?”

I froze, surprised by his outburst, and it was the first time since we were together. Whatever problem we have, he never snapped like that.

Not once.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked softly, trying to regain control, trying to pull him back to where he always was. Being on my side no matter what.

“What did you do yesterday?” The question hit harder than the tone. It’s too direct, cold and almost suspicious.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, looking at him.

How did he know?

“I went to the mall.” I said quickly. “I just wanted to talk to Gertrude and warn her.” It’s the half-truth because I always preferred safe even if it would be a lie.

“And?” He sounded still his eyes on me, watching carefully, analyzing and doubting.

“Are you doubting me now?” I whispered, letting my voice break just enough. “You know me.” I made my crocodile tears fall.

This has always worked before.

Always.

But didn't expect it won't work this time.

“What did you do to Mr. Cushe?” The question drops like a bomb.

Everything inside me dropped now that he knows.

“I told you to stay out of it.” Jonathan continued, his frustration slipping through. “After the wedding, we’ll handle everything. This is how I deal with Gertrude.”

Deal with her. The words twisted something inside me because they sounded sweet coming from his mouth. I don't feel resentment. Still I chose the best way to deal with him.

“I’m sorry.” I said quickly, lowering my gaze not because I meant it but because I needed him back under control.

He sighed heavily.

Then he pulled me into his arms again and kissed me just like how I wanted. For a second, everything felt normal until it wasn’t because I felt something was different. The way he groped my breasts was out of love, just needy.

His thrusts and grip on my hips were filled with anger, and he never chose one pace. He kept on flipping me until he was satisfied and reached his c****x, splurting on my body.

Afterward, he pulled away too quickly and told me to freshen up. No lingering touch, no soft words like we used, just simply distance.

I watched him as he turned away, focusing on cleaning like I wasn’t even there anymore. And for the first time in years. I felt fear, not of Gertrude or my father but of losing him.

After freshening up, I went to the kitchen, forcing myself to move, to think, to breathe, and prepare our food.

I need food to make this day better. If I wanted him back, I should stay the same. No question just follows his lead.

That’s what I needed.

I was done plating our food when my phone rang.

I froze, seeing it was a call from my father. The screen blurred in my vision as my heartbeat pounded in my ears.

No.

This can't be! Before I could react, Jonathan took the phone from my hand. “Hello, sir.”

My stomach dropped. “May I speak with Jessica?” Dad’s voice came through and it was calm, actually it’s too calm to be precise.

Jonathan handed me the phone, confusion written all over his face.

And suddenly, I couldn’t hide it anymore as my hands were shaking, taking the phone from him.

“D-Dad…” I stuttered.