“Yeah. Just grabbed something quick while working overtime.”
“I meant in another way.” My voice turned cold.
Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean? I work my ass off every day, and you’re accusing me now?”
Wordlessly, I unlocked my phone, pulled up the pictures, and set it on the table.
But her face only hardened as she saw the photos. “You followed me? Do you even call yourself a man?”
She scoffed. “You’re suspicious of me before we’re even married. Maybe we should just break up.”
After that, she turned away and stormed into the bedroom. The door slammed shut behind her with no explanation, not even an attempt.
Anger and frustration burned in my chest. I shoved the door open. “You’re not even going to explain?”
“Explain what? It was just dinner. You’re overreacting. And since you were following me, you know I didn’t do anything.”
True, she hadn’t gone further. But what she had done was enough to make my chest ache.
“That man you had dinner with. That was Dwayne Choen, wasn’t it?” I pressed.
“Yes. Him.”
“On Valentine’s Day, he gave you flowers and you accepted them. Back then, you told me it was just a boss showing care to his employee. I told you clearly that I wasn’t okay with you accepting flowers from another man, and you promised it wouldn’t happen again,” I narrated, reminding her of the past.
Then I continued, “Three months ago, you didn’t come home all night. You said his kid was sick and, since he’s divorced, the child needed a woman’s presence. You told me it was just sympathy, that you were helping out, and you swore you’d always let me know in advance from then on.”
Jackson's POV
“So what about now? You lied to me about Dwayne again. That’s just the part I know about. How many more things don’t I know? Like all those business trips you’ve been taking this past half-year,” I questioned her.
“Think whatever you want. My conscience is clear,” Penelope shot back, her face cold.
“Clear? If the situation were reversed, would you be okay with it?” I pressed.
But she closed her eyes, signaling she was done with the conversation. “I’m tired.”
“I’m a man, I know exactly what someone like Dwayne has in mind. I don’t want to see you put yourself in that situation again.”