For four years, I, Jade Kemp, had been the silent architect of a perfect marriage. Or so I believed. My world was built on the meticulous care of a man who looked at me not as a partner, but as a utility-a comfortable, quite fixture in his life. I spent my days analyzing market trends for Pierce Corp from the shadows, ensuring my husband, Keith Pierce, stayed ahead of the competition, while he publicy basked in the glory I engineered behind the scenes. i was the one who structured the complex merger with Ford Logistics that nearly failed, I was the one who negotiated the supply chain crisis last summer, and I was the one who endured the isolation when he insisted I step back from the company to "focus on the baby"
Yet, my efforts were met with cold indifference. The irony was suffocating: I was raising a child who shared none of my DNA, convinced by Keith that my own body was too weak to carry life, while I lavished love on Hazel's son, believing him to be the only bond I had left to my husband
The shattering of this delusion did not happen with a scream but with the quiet buzzing of a phone on a Tuesday night. Keith was ostensibly at a business at a business dinner with a major client. I was at home, nursing a fever, my body aching from a mysterious illness that Keith brushed off as paranoia
"Dear, I think I might have a cute metasis," ...
To be continued.....