Scarlett POV
By the time the weekend rolled around, I was exhausted.
On weekdays, at least I had an excuse to leave the house and spend most of the day at the office. On weekends, I had to face Jaxen from morning until night, and that was a special torture.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I looked at the housekeeper Jaxen had hired and pointed toward the bedroom.
“Pack up Jaxen Hale’s things.”
“Yes, Mrs. Hale.”
She immediately started moving. I watched her for a few seconds before realizing she clearly hadn’t understood what I meant.
“Wait. When I say pack his things, I don’t mean tidy them up.”
She stopped and looked at me.
“I mean, pack them like luggage. Everything. His clothes, his personal belongings. Put them in suitcases.”
The housekeeper blinked. “Mrs. Hale, are you…?”
“Jus
