Hearing his laughter my heart ached and my hand trembled uncontrollably. I shoved them into my coat pockets to hide the shaking, but instead, my fingers brushed against something else. It was the diagnosis slip that I had put in a few days ago.
A wave of sadness and helplessness washed over me as I forced myself to nod stiffly. “Well, you have someone else that you care about.”
When the word left my mouth, both Jack and Logan Waldorf, who sat beside him, froze for a long time.
Logan was Jack's long-time friend. He had been helping Jack cover up his affairs for years. Sensing the awkwardness between us, he immediately laughed it off. “Come on, sister-in-law, stop joking. Who else could Jack care about besides you?”
I took a deep breath, stepped closer to Jack and looked straight into his eyes.
"Jack," I called out softly. "Do you really not recognize me?"
For a brief second, panic flickered in Jack's eyes, but he quickly looked away. A hint of irritation crept into his voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember who you are.”
“If you really are my wife, I’ll compensate you, whether it’s money or something else, it’s up to you.”