Chapter 3

"See? I told you that person on his private account was you."

Chloe came to see me the next day.

She saw the pendant and confidently tried to reassure me.

"If Jax really didn't like you, why would he stay with you for so many years? Look at his staff, there isn't a single woman among them."

I couldn't argue.

But a woman's intuition always told me something was off.

Like that childish and exaggerated cartoon pendant hanging on a silk pajama shirt.

It just didn't fit, no matter how I looked at it.

Chloe sighed, seeing my expression.

"How about this? You call him right now? No, that's not a good idea."

I almost instinctively refused.

Jax absolutely hated me checking up on him.

There were times when I'd been uneasy and called him a few times before.

Every time, it ended in a huge fight.

He'd say I didn't trust him, that I was bothering his work.

Once, he even smashed a glass in front of a whole room of people and called me crazy.

Chloe held her phone up to me.

On the screen was one of Jax's posts.

"My wife is checking up on me again! "

"Such a silly girl, she just doesn't believe I love her."

"But I really love how she gets all flustered and overthinks for me."

"Praying my wife checks up on me every single day."

The comment section was filled with "OMG, my heart!"

I hesitated, then took the phone and dialed Jax's number.

It rang once and was immediately picked up.

Jax's tone wasn't exactly warm, but he didn't hang up immediately when I asked what he was doing.

"Playing tennis with Liam, my assistant."

The sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground echoed from the other end of the line.

Jax loved sports; he always set aside two or three days a week to play.

Liam, his assistant, was someone I knew.

A recent college graduate, with a clean background and a normal orientation.

I awkwardly said, "Oh."

Jax's sneer came through the phone.

"Still don't trust me? Why don't you come see for yourself?"

I quickly declined.

"No, that's okay."

My tennis skills weren't great, and Jax played super aggressively, no holds barred.

He'd absolutely crushed me with his serves a few times on the court.

So I wasn't eager to join in the fun.

Jax gave a cold laugh on the other end.

"Oh, by the way, I won't be home tonight."

My concern for him was almost instinctive.

"Is Liam with you?"

Jax mumbled evasively.

"Then tell Liam to be careful, your throat needs to drink..."

"Alright. I need to play now."

Jax impatiently hung up before I could finish.

Chloe looked at me, quite amused.

"Happy now? Even if Jax did cheat, it wouldn't be with Liam."

I forced a smile. Something still didn't add up.

I attributed it to worrying about Jax being away.

After all, Jax, the big shot, always focused on his art and ignored practical matters, so all the household chores fell to me.

I washed his underwear and socks, cooked him three meals a day.

During the most exhausting times, I'd work two jobs a day and still come home to clean up his takeout containers left on the dining table.

Chloe even joked that I was practically his mother.

But when you love someone, you inevitably give more.

I wrote a long list of instructions and sent them to Liam.

Thinking he was with Jax playing tennis, I specifically added.

"No rush, you can read it after you finish playing."

Liam's call came through the next second.

"Didn't Jax tell you? I quit being his assistant two years ago."