Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 90

These past few days, Jaylan had been acting out of character, coming home on the dot, and even

bringing Monique home for the weekend. We had a rare family reunion, which left me with mixed

feelings. Watching our three children gambol around the house, I daydreamed about how perfect things

would be if nothing had changed.

Sometimes, I wish this was all just a nightmare, but I knew, there was no going back.

One more thing that concerned me was Jaylan. I was convinced he had contracted some sexually

transmitted diseases.

He had been having unexplained fevers lately, although some over-the-counter fever reducers would

do the trick. Despite my lip-born insistent pleas for him to see a doctor, I ended up accommodating his

wishes and just let it be.

I used his fevers as an excuse to to prevent Jaylan from getting too close to our children. Monique had

always been aloof with me. Despite my attempts to get closer to her, she remained indifferent. And

whenever I asked her about the reason, she would retort with a "You're so annoying," or claim that it

was her personal business. She seemed to be closer to Zora than to me, which left me feeling helpless

and frustrated. But when I suggested a summer trip to Silverdale City, she seemed enthusiastic.

The Rhylee sisters seemed to be getting along well these days, at least on the surface. Ever since Zora

discovered me rummaging through the car in the middle of the night, I sensed that Jaylan still had his

suspicions about me. He continued to test me, leaving his two phones within my sight, but I pretended

not to see them, completely ignoring them. Jaylan even asked me to hand him his phone, and I did so

without hesitation.

Things resumed their usual course after Monique returned to school. Then, Jaylan called to say he was Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

going on a business trip to Amethyst Acres. I knew very well that he was probably going to see

Marissa. I was secretly thrilled at this, thinking it was about time he got closer to Marissa. I nagged him

like a devoted wife, reminding him to be safe, avoid too much alcohol, get plenty of rest, and not stay

up late, given that his cold hadn't completely cleared up.

My delight was palpable. After all, the big surprise I had prepared for Marissa had finally been

delivered.

I called Logan to verify, and sure enough, the people tailing Jaylan reported that he had gone to

Marissa's neighborhood. And then I had him relay the message to Maddox in a secret way.

That evening, while I was picking up Probert, Marissa took the initiative to greet me. She looked radiant

and full of energy, like a vibrant flower nourished by fertilizer.

It was a show-off move. I played along and asked, "You look so well today. What's the secret?"

Unable to hide her smug expression, she responded, "My husband is back from his trip."

"Why doesn't he come with you to pick up your kid?" I asked, playing along.

"I refused him to pick up the kid because he needs to rest after his trip," Marissa said, looking satisfied.

"He's been so lazy since he got back, just staying in bed."

"It feels so good. You should take good care of him." I teased, adding, "You're such a good wife. You're

definitely cut out to be a strategist. It's a waste that you're not working full-time."

"I can't help it because my husband wants me to prepare for a second child, and I'm worried about

that." She said she was worried, but she looked pleased. "He insists on having a daughter. Ms. Aaliyah,

what do you think?"

"Go for it. Having a girl is different. You should take advantage of your ability and go for it." I

encouraged, but I thought, "You want a second child? You better think twice."

"That's true. Then I'll take your advice, and try for a daughter." Marissa said with a smile.

"You should hurry." I urged.

She laughed even more, her eyes filled with deep implications when she looked at me. I knew what she

was thinking that I was a fool, but that was what I wanted. The last laugh would be on me.

I watched her happily take her kid away, not forgetting to wave at me from afar. I smiled. I pulled out my

phone and dialed Catherine, giving her a few instructions.

As she listened, Catherine chuckled a couple of times and responded, "No problem."