Jane POV
"I have to go to L.A. We'll talk soon."
That was the content of Jake's note. I'd woken up the morning after to find it sitting next to the bedside lamp.
I was still staring at the note, trying to decide how to feel when the maid had knocked. As usual, she'd asked if I needed help getting ready. Followed by a “would you like breakfast in your room or at the dining?” I'd chosen the latter, having a full breakfast meal in the house for the first time.
Somehow, since that morning, I felt like a changed person. Things were no longer the same within me. I had been claimed and was now a woman. Jake would call it female.
I wanted to see him soon, not just because I wanted a repeat, but we had to talk. Yet, at the same time, I dreaded talking with him.
Reason? I had asked for divor
