As I starred at the gift Jackson bought for me,it makes me remember Daniel. " Thank you so much" I said.
" Hope you like them"
" Of course there are lovely."
" This is a token of my love for you" he said.
" Jackson,we have to stop, am spoused to be your mother not this. Besides your father is around and he might find out.please let's forget everything that happened.
" I can't forget not when your taught has cover my mind.i think about you everytime and can't seem to get your taught over my head even when I know want we are doing is wrong. But I can't stop my heart from wanting what it wants.
" You have to find a Way to get over it"
" I know you feel same way about me. I know you love me just as I do. You can't even hide it.
He said and Left to the garden.
I went inside my room to process the hole thing. I can't seem to believe the person am becoming. I blamed my mom for pushing into a marriage with someone I have no feeling for. I mean how can I be in love with my step son, how can I cheat on my husband with his son.All this taught where running through my mind while I lie on my bed rolling from one end to the other. A knock on the door staued me. I turned to know who was that but is not Jackson it was Derick my husband.
" I have being away for sometimes on a business trip and I haven't had time to spend some quality time with you." Please can you come with me for a date." He said seating on the chair beside my bed.
I looked at him surprisely because he was acting so nice.
" Why are you acting so nice and different"
" How do you mean? Have you asked me for anything and I denied you of it?"
I couldn't answer the question because I hated him for forcing me into a marriage even when I said no.
"when is the date?"
"Now. Get dressed I will be waiting for you in the car." He left.
I stood up and ware one of the dress he has gifted me.it was a red shiny dress. Very beautiful and I looked elegant in it.
I went outside to meet him and we drove to one of the most expensive hotel.
The place was decorated in a romantic way and candle, flowers.
As we sat down the server came and serverd us.
While we were eating I could seem to forget about Jackson in my head. I wished his father Can tell me he married me for Jackson.
Derick was sterling at me in a romantic way .
We were both quite eating our food with no conversation.
" You look absolutely gorgeous just like the first day I met you" he said while still looking at me.
" Thank you"
" I know you think am a bad person because we started on a wrong note. But the truth is that am not. I may have transfered angretion of my past relationships on you.but during my business trip I have hard time to think about everything and I feel I shouldn't have forced you into a relationship, I mean marriage. I know you hate for that?"
" Of course. Why are you telling me all this now. I don't need it. I have my life and everything going on well before you came and reunied it for me."
After we hard a that conversation and hearing his relationship sad story I felt bad having an affair with his son.
I got tipsy and that I got home without knowing.
I woke up the next morning in his room.
For the first time I slept in his room. Before I could open my eyes properly I saw a breakfast on the side of the bed. It seems he has gone out for work.but not just that something happened last night that I noticed this morning.
The moment I unwrapped the gift, my breath hitched. Jackson's eyes were locked on mine, waiting. But all I could see was Daniel.
"Thank you," I murmured, fingers tracing the delicate edges of the box.
"Do you like them?" Jackson asked, voice laced with anticipation.
"They're lovely."
His lips curved into a smile. "It's a token of my love for you."
I swallowed hard, placing the gift aside as if distance could make this easier. "Jackson, we have to stop. I'm supposed to be your mother, not… this. Your father is here. If he finds out—"
"I don't care." His voice was sharp, raw. "I can't forget you. You're in my mind every second. I know this is wrong, but my heart doesn't care about right or wrong."
I turned away, trying to steady my breath. "You have to find a way to get over it."
Jackson stepped closer, his warmth seeping into my skin. "I know you feel the same way about me. You can't even hide it."
"Jackson—"
Without another word, he stormed off toward the garden, leaving me to drown in my guilt.
I shut my bedroom door behind me, pressing my back against it. My hands trembled. How had I become this person? The weight of my mother's decisions bore down on me. She had pushed me into this marriage, into this life I never wanted. And now—now I was in love with my stepson.
The thoughts twisted inside me, refusing to quiet, until a knock at the door sent my heart lurching. Jackson? I turned, bracing myself, but when I opened the door, it was Derick.
My husband.
"I've been away too long," he said, settling into the chair beside my bed. "I think it's time we had a proper date."
I stared at him, confused. Derick was never this… kind.
"Why are you acting like this?" I asked cautiously.
His brow furrowed. "What do you mean? Have I ever denied you anything?"
Yes, I thought bitterly. My freedom. My choice.
"When is the date?" I asked, weary.
"Now. Get dressed. I'll be waiting in the car."
Before I could protest, he was gone.
I slipped into a red dress he had gifted me months ago. It shimmered in the dim light, wrapping me in elegance. A different woman stared back at me in the mirror—one who carried secrets beneath a painted smile.
The restaurant was breathtaking, draped in candlelight and roses. Derick pulled out my chair, his touch lingering longer than usual.
As we ate, I tried to shake Jackson from my thoughts. But I couldn't. His presence loomed, thick and suffocating.
"You're beautiful," Derick said, breaking the silence. "Just like the first day I met you."
I forced a smile. "Thank you."
He studied me. "I know you think I'm a bad man."
I held his gaze, unflinching. "You forced me into a marriage I never wanted."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. And I regret it. I let my past dictate my actions, but during my trip, I had time to think. I shouldn't have done this to you."
A sharp laugh escaped me. "And you're just realizing this now?"
"I know you hate me."
I didn't answer. I didn't have to.
Later that night, the wine dulled my senses. I barely remembered getting home, yet when I woke up, I wasn't in my room.
I was in his.
Derick's.
A breakfast tray sat beside me, untouched, but that wasn't what made my breath hitch.
Something had happened last night.
Something I couldn't remember.