Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Those words were just her dad's way of digging for proof-trying to figure out where she really stood with Walter.

Kaitlyn could feel her irritation rising. "No, I didn't get an invite. But I heard Jackson's talking about divorce. He never wanted this marriage anyway. Now that our company's doing well, we don't need to hold onto him anymore."

There was a pause. On the other end, her dad sounded like he was barely holding back his frustration. "Do you even realize how many women dream of marrying into the Dawson family? You finally secured your spot, and you don't know how to appreciate it? We're about to start our second round of funding. If you mess things up with the Dawsons now, everything I've worked for goes up in smoke."

"Dad, don't be so greedy. When you pushed me into this marriage, you never said Jackson already had a girlfriend."

She'd been forced to break up a couple in love, shoved herself into the middle, and made herself the villain. No wonder Jackson hated her.

She'd kept her head down for years, doing everything she could to avoid setting him off. At least that way, maybe things could end peacefully.

When Jackson came back to the country, her family made her go to some fancy party. Of course, Jackson hated the idea of an arranged marriage so much, he didn't even bother showing up.

She hated those events anyway. After a quick appearance to keep the family happy, she slipped out to find a drink.

That night, her mind was a mess. She kept turning over what she'd say to Jackson, how to ask for a divorce, how to finally get her freedom.

Honestly, the whole thing was her fault from the start.

But then, by some twisted fate, she and Jackson ended up in bed together. She hadn't seen it coming at all. The second she realized it was him, she knew she was screwed.

Of all people, why did it have to be Jackson? It was like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her.

Now, she avoided him whenever she could, but he seemed stubbornly determined not to let her go.

Just thinking about it gave her a headache.

For now, all she could do was keep her identity hidden. As long as Jackson still hated his "wife," this was her best shot at making the divorce happen fast.

It's not like she even liked him.

Kaitlyn lowered her eyes, listening as her dad kept ranting.

"It doesn't matter if Jackson likes you. As long as Walter does. Brittany, don't do anything stupid. I've been paying your mother's medical bills this whole time. I don't want to threaten you with that, but you need to listen. If something happens to the company?l can't pay for her treatments anymore. Those doctors are only sticking around because of me. Even if you make money, you could never hire them yourself."

He hung up without waiting for a reply.

Kaitlyn stared straight ahead, a bitter twist to her lips.

She took a deep breath, about to start the car, when someone knocked on her window.

She turned, and there he was again. Jackson.

She rolled down the window, refusing to look at him, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Jackson, is there something else?"

He leaned his arms on the window and crooked a finger, beckoning her closer.

She leaned in a little, and he took the opportunity to grab the back of her head, biting her neck-hard.

Her expression darkened. He muttered, "I'm just curious-every time you go home with marks like that, doesn't your husband ever say anything? Or is he just living off you, too scared to speak up?"

She pressed her hand to her neck, even more annoyed.

"My husband has a job. A good one. He's not the kind of guy you think."

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She opened her mouth, watching him call her husband a loser, over and over.

Weirdly, her anger faded, and she almost laughed.

Seriously. Jackson probably thought she was laughing at him.noveldrama