The fork I had in my hand fell.
I stared at the woman that interrupted us. She wore a tight black dress that left little to nothing to the imagination and she held a small Louis Vuitton bag in her hand.
Her blonde hair was cut low in a cute pixie cut that framed her face well. The makeup she had on did a good job of highlighting her high cheekbones and her red lips were big and plump.
If she didn't flaunt her breasts in my husband's face and call him “Jakey”, I would have complimented her on how pretty she looked. Sadly, the situation was different.
“Jakey?” I asked in disbelief.
The strange woman bent, making her breasts almost fall out of her dress. “Jakey, won’t you tell her,” the strange woman said.
Jacob clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly. His jaw tightened and his lip
