"Jack, what's that supposed to mean? You can't possibly want us both?" I snapped.
Jack just grunted.
My blood pressure skyrocketed, "You think you're some king, wanting a whole harem?"
I hung up and took a sip of my bubble drink.
Oh, the agony—when did my shining moonlight dim so much!
I pocketed my phone to go check-in.
After half a year with Jack, between his random gifts and the initial five million, I had racked up $6,200,000. I was set to retire somewhere nice!
Yet, before I could check in, someone scooped me up and carried me right out of the airport.
"Jack, put me down! I've got my ticket all ready!"
"With the real lady back, why keep me? Isn't that awkward?"
I struggled relentlessly.
But for Jack, I was nothing but a feather.
With his gym-honed muscles, he easily carried me away.
He dumped me in the car, and the driver peeled out before I could even ask to get off.
"Jack, how can you do this to your ex?" I exploded.
Jack turned to me, his eyes stormy.
"Is this why you're ditching?" he asked.
I nodded firmly.
He looked me over seriously, then unexpectedly laughed.
"Go back and check. If you don't like her, I'll send my lady packing," he said.
My face was a mask of confusion and shock.
Seriously, what was he thinking?
I was steaming mad the whole ride home.
At dinner, Jack tried to perk me up with my favorite—braised pork—but I just couldn't stomach it.
"Babe, the lady's almost here. You gotta eat up if you wanna keep up with her," Jack said, furrowing his brow.
At that moment, I seriously considered just dropping dead. Who's got the appetite?
Oh, Sophie, you were dazzled by dollar signs, now you're in too deep!
As Jack wolfed down his meal, I got this twisted idea.
Want both the real lady and the stand-in? When she shows up, I'm blowing the lid off everything and taking her with me!
By 7 PM, a cat's meow announced the door opening.
I stretched my neck but after the secretary cleared out, it was just the cat—no sign of Jack's ex.
"Where's your lady?" I asked.
Stroking the cat, Jack looked up, "She's right here in my arms."
I was rendered speechless.
"This is Lady, she's three and a half," Jack added.
I smirked, biting back a curse.
Lady, the little white cat in Jack's lap, elegantly flicked her tail.
Jack caught my eye with a smug glint as he petted her.
He'd known I'd misunderstood all along and was getting a kick out of it.