She's a Thorny Rose

With Adam in the house, it was impossible for her to have a peaceful night. Especially as he slammed the door open and came into her room, seconds after she had just come out of the bathroom.

She reached for a robe and quickly put it on, turning her back to him as she applied her night face cream.

“You moved out of our room?” He asked.

“I moved back to my room.”

After the accident, he had moved her to this house and this had been her room until they got married. His mother had fought against her moving to his room but Adam had insisted but he shouldn’t have bothered because she spent most nights by herself.

“The rule was—”

Here he was lecturing her about the rules when he had broken several.

“The rules no longer apply. I’m done with this sham of a marriage.”

“You understand what that means for Jason?”

At that time she birthed Jason, she had accepted that Frances was a permanent thing in Adam’s life, while she was a mere playtoy. But the Lamont family insisted that Jason be brought up in their mansion and she had expected Adam to fight it.

Nothing hurt her more than that fact. If not for Jason, she would’ve divorced him after their second anniversary but she kept holding on and hoping that things would be better. Hoping that one day, her son would return to her.

She turned to face him. “If you really cared for Jason, you would not have taken him away from me.”

“You can visit him anytime you like. If we divorce, you’ll lose that privilege.”

But that was something Adam didn’t understand. She had already lost the privilege. He thought she could visit anytime but the Lamont family staff had been instructed to keep her son away from her if Adam wasn’t there with her. She could only see him if Adam was there. And due to his busy schedule, he was never really present; always on the phone, chatting and laughing at Frances’ texts.

Jason was growing up without his father and mother. He was growing up with the mindset of the Lamont family towards her. The first time she was at the house, he had not recognized her. He had called her a maid and Sylvia, Adam’s sister, just laughed about it. When she had tried to correct her son, Sylvia told her not to interfere with the boy’s education as she was already blessed enough to be married into the Lamont family.

“Scheduling visits to see my son does not count as a privilege. What good is it if I can’t guarantee that I’d even see him?”

That thought brought a painful memory to her heart. A few days before the anniversary, she was supposed to pick Jason from school and spend some time with him in the park close by.

She arrived to find that Frances had already taken her son to her husband’s office. When she went to Adam’s office, she saw him, laughing and chatting on the phone with Frances. It was a decoy. Frances had taken her son back to the Lamont family mansion and she wasn’t allowed to visit because her time was up and he’d been scheduled for other lessons.

“You left him waiting at the park.”

“No. I got there on time. I even got a stupid speeding ticket.”

“Frances said—”

“That’s the problem.Why do her words count more than mine?” Tears started to stream down her eyes.

The corner of his lips twitched but that was it. At least, Frances’ name got a reaction from him but her pain about the missed anniversary was nothing more than a comment on dinner and a bribe with designer bags.

“You’ve changed, Jade.”

“Took you long enough to see it.”

“You’re not even attempting to apologize.”

She sat in her bed and took her cup of tea. She set it aside. It was cold now. She should’ve taken it before she had her bath but she needs to wash away Adam’s touch.

“If you’re that pissed that I didn’t apologize, maybe you should just sign the divorce papers.” She was tired of being the only one to say sorry. She was tired of always building the bridge.

“You’ll leave Jason?”

How could she leave someone she barely saw. Jason was the reason she had wanted another kid. She was tired of being lonely and missing all of her child’s milestones. She tried to have another kid as soon as Jason was taken from her but that ended in a miscarriage. Then another. Then this. It had to be a sign. A pointer from God that she and Adam were through.

“Who is Jason?” She pretended to be dumb.

That got to him. “Maybe Frances was right. You’re not fit to be a mother.”