Adam had told her not to worry. But it was hard not to worry when Frances spent many overnight business trips with him in the same suite. Frances was his childhood friend and secretary, and he spent much more time with her than his wife— it was sad.
Jade only got to see him not more than twenty times in a year. And nights like this, when he came back from a long trip after spending time with Frances in the private jet, were counted as part of the days she spent with him.
“Name the designer and the number of bags. I’ll have them delivered first thing tomorrow morning.” Adam said.
She took a sip of her rich green tea and walked to the staircase. “All I need you to do is sign the divorce contract.”
“What of our child?” His words struck something deep and feral in her.
“What child?” She tried to keep the same controlled tone that he did.
“You’ve forgotten about Jason so soon. Some mother you are.”
Jade hurried up the staircase to avoid the tears from spilling out of her eyes as she remembered her living child that was now a property of the Lamont family.