Jack was checking up on Sandra. He was once a caring and gentle man with me, too, but that was eons ago. In the end, he became my murderer.
“I hear premature babies won’t grow up as smart.”
Sandra buried her head in Jack’s arms. Jack could not see her expression, but I could see it well. There was not an ounce of guilt on her face. On the contrary, she looked smug.
Jack snickered. “She’s an evil woman. How exceptional would her child be? Besides, we don’t know if the child is mine! You’re too kind, Sandra. That evil woman has hurt you, yet you still look out for her. Don’t worry. Once she’s out, I’ll make her make it up to you.”
Sandra looked at Jack with feigned innocence and naivety. “If I want to be Mrs. Lacroix, will she make way for me?”
I looked at Jack. Even though I knew he would agree to that, I still hoped otherwise. After all, we had once loved each other.
Jack looked a little hesitant—a rare look on him. He patted Sandra’s back in silence, not replying to her.
Sandra pressed further before Jack finally replied, “Sandra, I can’t divorce Whitney.”
My floating soul-self looked at him closely, but what he said next made my heart sink.
“My dad is still alive. If he found out that Whitney and I got a divorce, he would never let me be the heir to the company.”
