DECEPTION UNMASKED
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I stared at Josephine with wide eyes. That cunning b***h was trying to play the victim to get everyone to sympathize with her.
"Oh Josephine dear, it's not your fault," Rebecca said, pulling her into a hug. "I know it's devastating since Martha is your best friend, but I'm sure she'll be alright."
"I feel so guilty!" She continued to sob.
With tears in my eyes, I stormed towards the exit of the hospital. I was not interested in their sentimental bullshit and fake tears. Jude was standing outside the lobby, smoking a cigarette. I watched him for a while as the smoke curled out of his mouth.
"What is it?" He asked, his eyes finally settling on me. I swallowed hard and looked at my feet first before looking back up at him.
"You know it's not true."
He said nothing and ran his hand through his hair. I watched as his sexy muscles moved, then averted my eyes quickly. Now was not the time to admire his handsome physique.
"I didn't try to poison your sister. I would never do such a thing to you or any of your family members," I continued. Something within me hoped he would acknowledge my statement, but still, he was quiet.
"Josephine was the—"
"Get out of my sight," he said. "My irritation for you grows stronger each day."
"Jude," I said with a shaky voice. My heart was squeezing painfully at his statement. Once upon a time, he had acted as if he was madly in love with me. "What have I done to you? Why do you hate me? Things weren't like this before so what went wrong." I ask.
Deep down, I know what went wrong, but at least maybe I'd have some closure if he had opened his mouth for once to say it. The words that his family members so often repeated.
"Go home," he said, and that was what I did.
When Martha returned home from the hospital, I was not exactly thrilled. I had enjoyed the tranquillity of the house up until now.
"Dana!" A voice exclaimed. It was my mother-in-law Rebecca. "Don't tell me you did not make dinner yet."
I walked down the stairs and came face to face with her. Shooting Martha a glance, I felt bad for her as I beheld her pale face. I never wished to have a friend like Josephine.
"Are you sure you want her to cook for the family again?" Joseph asked eyeing me coldly.
"That's true," Rebecca agreed. "She might decide to poison all of us."
"I ordered Chinese," Jude said, dropping his jacket on the chair.
"We should see her to court?" Josephine suggested, then turned to Martha. "What do you think? She needs to be charged with attempted murder."
"What?" I gasped. These people won't stop at nothing to get my life ruined. I knew they hated me, but was it enough to take me to court for attempted murder?
"Yes. You will be sued for this!" Rebecca agrees.
"No one is suing my wife, and that is final," Jude said.
My heart warmed at that statement. When last had Jude referred to me as that? I shot him a smile, but all I got was a look of disgust.
"Your wife?" Josephine scoffed walking to him. She held his face and raised a brow. "Seriously, Jude? She just poisoned your sister!"
"There will be no court case!" Jude exclaimed with finality in his voice. "That would be a waste of money on something insignificant. Martha is fine. We just put an end to her handling the meals and hired a new chef. I don't know why Barton was fired in the first place," he said, referring to the cook we had before.
The doorbell rang and a few minutes later, the butler came in announcing that the food had been delivered.
"As punishment, you won't be eating a single bite out of this meal," Rebecca said.
"Fine with me," I muttered and walked away. I wished that I had never encountered this family.
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I was in the living room on my third cup of vodka when Jude stumbled into the house at night. My day had gotten worse and when everyone had slept off, I had snuck downstairs to get drunk and forget all my problems. I didn't want to think of anything that had happened today.
He reeked of alcohol and could barely have control of his steps; I was surprised he was able to make it home by himself. "Jude, have you been drinking?" I asked, even though I already know the answer. My voice was slurred as I had a very low alcohol tolerance, but I was still sober enough to be coherent.
"Just a few shots. Very teeny tiny bit of alcohol," he burped, giggling like a schoolboy. "You look beautiful."
"You're drunk, Jude," I said, avoiding his beautiful blue eyes. "Let's get you to bed."
"You're drunk too," he chuckled, holding my face. "And I'm not drunk. I'm just slightly tipsy."
"Still," I slurred, giving him a slight chuckle. "If anyone is tipsy, it's me. You are very drunk."
"Beautiful just like that night," he smiled, swiping a strand of hair away from my face. "So perfect, like a goddess just for me."
"Jude," I mumbled, my voice shaky.
"What is it?" he asked.
"This... This should not happen, I—"
He ignored me and dipped his head, locking his lips with mine.
His lips melted into mine softly, I found my lips moving in sync with his. She caressed my neck softly.
"Jude," I breathed against his neck when he broke the kiss. "You're making a mistake."
"It's not a mistake," he muttered, kissing my neck. His hands slipped up my shirt.
"You're making a mistake," I moaned. "You're drunk."
"We are both drunk," he mumbled. His hands teased my n*****s gently. "Let's recreate our first night together."
I don't know why, but those words made my heart melt.
It must have been the vodka.
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