Chapter 289
Imelda’s POV
Grand Del Hotel—A mutual party
After my marriage to Jonathan, things were not as I expected.
Not only was I attacked, but I kept on receiving threatening mail.
And now, though we came as a couple, Jonathan has been going about with Veronica in his arms.
Also by seeing Jonathan’s behavior with Veronica, I’d not be shocked if him forgetting Veronica completely was a hoax.
His expressions and his behavior towards her were the same as before.
I dare say, he never forgot her.
The warm feeling you can see in his eyes when he looks at her…I never saw that for me.
I felt as if I had lost all over again in the game against Veronica.
Even when he called her name, it was full of passion.
Just then Joshua came running over, and the way Jonathan called him over made me wonder again.
I couldn’t believe he was the same man who said he forgot everyone.
It could also be that his memory is coming back; if so…this is definitely not good for me.
And it wasn’t as if the party was the first time I noticed his different behavior towards Veronica.
Recently he had been discussing business matters more with her and never with me.
He would take his opinion in everything and make decisions as if she wasn’t just his business partner.
Even after marrying, I never got the attention I should have.
I even tried to join in on the conversation, but he didn’t give me any importance.
I was jealous and frightened as well.
Even now Veronica was his first.
Harmon Mansion—A few days later
Jonathan was sitting quietly when I walked over and placed a paper before him on the table.
“What’s this?” He asked on seeing it.
“Take a look p>
He exhaled as if it were just an empty paper.
“Veronica signed, agreeing and allowing you to marry me p>
“She can’t just walk up and behave around you as if nothing happened p>
“Before I was faking our relationship p>
“I tolerated her, but now I’ve legally married you with her consent p>
“I won’t allow her to treat me like air p>
“You’re jumping around because of this paper?” Jonathan said as he flaunted the paper in the air.
“Of course,” I said. “And what do you mean by that p>
“I know you’ve been holding onto this paper as if your life depended on this p>
“But it’s of no use p>
“This paper has no whatsoever legal value p>
“If you do use this paper as a claim, I will go to jail, but you will as well p>
“What do you mean by that?” I said as my body was trembling.
This paper was the reason I could marry him.
“The paper was never what it was meant for p>
“What do you mean?” I demanded to know, my voice shaking with fear.
“Imelda, no matter what, my relationship with Veronica will never cease to exist p>
“Janet and Joshua will always be our children, symbols of our love p>
“You got what you wanted, so don’t challenge whom you shouldn’t and don’t aim for what was never yours p>
“Lest you want to lose what you have p>
I felt desperate, as even if now I were Mrs. Rollings, I still didn’t have his love.
Jonatha got up and went up to his room, leaving me there all alone.
I stood there calculating my remaining options.
I knew Jonathan loved Veronica and his kids.
“But he loved Adrian as well when he thought Ardrian was his son.” I said to myself.
“That’s it,” I said as a smile spread on my lips.
“If I had his child, Jonahan’s biological child, that would be my permanent connection with him p>
“Then I would be the same as Veronica p>
“I have to get pregnant with his child if I want to remain his wife p>
I took my leave and went out to get something to help me conceive.
I knew he would never let me.
Even after marriage, we are sleeping in separate rooms.
I still haven’t had our first night, and the marriage is already a month old.
I quickly drove back home and began to make dinner.
I set the table and waited for him to come down.
“Now what are you up to?” Jonathan said the moment he came down.
“I felt things were too heated before, so it’s my apology to you p>
“I made it; I hope you like it p>
“I have plans p>
He was about to leave, but I stopped him.
“We haven’t sat together for food even once,” I said as I walked over with the bowl of soup.
“Please p>
He exhaled as he sat in one of the chairs.
“How’s the food?” I asked.
“I know I can’t compare to Veronica, but I think it’s edible p>
He only nodded.
“A drink?” I asked as I poured him some wine.
I raised my glass to drink and halted as I saw him raise the glass to his lips.
I forced a smile.
“I hope you enjoyed the dinner; I just wanted to do something for you as your wife p>
He didn’t react.
“What’s the matter?” I asked him in a causal tone.
“Nothing p>
His gaze made it clear he was suspicious, and now I could no longer predict what was going on in his mind.
A while ago he looked confused; now he looked calculative.
I felt as if my plan failed before even being launched.
All of a sudden he set the glass back on the table without even taking a sip.
He got up.
“Thanks for the dinner, but don’t do this again p>
I exhaled.
Even though my plan failed, at least he didn’t suspect anything.
I walked up holding his glass of wine and walked up to his room.
I stood before his room’s door and knocked.
“What’s the matter p>
I opened the door and placed the glass on the counter.
“You left your drink, so I brought it up p>
“You can leave p>
As I walked out, he shut the door behind me.
It seemed every step I was taking closer to him was only pushing me further away from him.
I waited for an hour and then bolted to his room. By now he should be unconscious.
But as I walked inside, I saw him pick his car keys.
He walked out as my gaze fell on the untouched glass of wine. My plan failed.
I was trembling as I didn’t know if he suspected me or not.
This marriage was to secure my future, but now I may have fallen prey to my own trap.
I realized if he suspected me or found out what I did, that paper would not matter, as what I did is illegal.