Constance pretended like she didn’t hear him. This was her one chance to break up Jameson’s marriage and make him marry her. She’d be a fool not to seize it.
The calculation in her eyes was unmistakable. While Jameson panicked about the destruction of his family, Constance saw opportunity. She had never wanted to be the other woman permanently—she wanted to be the only woman, the wife, the one with legal claims to his assets and social status.
Lilith turned around and flew into another rage when she saw the woman with her arms locked around Jameson’s waist. “You slut!”
Hands shaking with fury, she snapped pictures of the scene with her camera phone. The flash went off several times, capturing Constance’s possessive grip on Jameson and his obvious distress. “I’m telling Mom!”
