Jaxon came to the pack house to pick me up. We drove in silence to the cafe where I would meet her, Jaxon’s presence beside me like a solid, grounding weight. As we parked, he turned to me, his expression firm. “I’ll wait here. But if anything feels wrong, call me. Well, I will be looking at you from her.” His gaze softened just a bit, a hint of worry there. “I’ll be right outside.”
With a nod, I stepped out and walked into the cafe, feeling Jaxon’s watchful eyes on me. I walked inside and saw that Cali went to the bathroom holding something. My eyebrows knitted and decided to ignore it. I sat down to chair near the widown and waited for her. And there I saw Cali, the mistress of my husband, smugness plastered on her face and there was glint in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.
“I wanted to thank you, Cali,” I said, my tone deliberately steady, my words carefully chosen. “Thank you for giving me everything I needed to move forward.” I tilted my head, letting the weight of my words sink in. “If it weren’t for you, I might never have had the strength to break free.”