Jenna Valentino thought she had found her forever after.
Life was good. A husband she loved, a daughter she adored, a dream job and a beautiful home. But nothing could prepare her for the bittersweet taste of betrayal, shattering the illusion.
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~~ Jenna ~~
* Present Day *
Standing back, running my finger across my bottom lip. I trapped the tip of my nail between my teeth. Beautiful! I smiled, admiring my decoration which sat proudly upon the round oak dining table. The vase was beautiful in its simplicity and allowed my arrangement of flowers to take centre stage. Vibrant colours bursting with life, the aroma of each individual flower wafted around the naturally lit room—it was perfect. Glancing at the rest of the table, it too was picture-perfect.
And everything needed to be faultless... perfect.
I mentally ran through my checklist:
Food—Tick. His favourite.
Ambient lighting—Tick. Candles ready.
Music—Tick. Bill Withers ready to go.
Champagne—Tick. Chilled with his favoured wine as backup.
Releasing a satisfied breath, I glanced at the time. He was late. My brow crinkled. Stop frowning, wrinkles Jenna!
Holding my stomach; it rumbled. Pressing deeper, unsure if it was hunger, excitement or maybe flat out blind panic that was broadcasting its presence. Keep it together. Sighing, whatever the strangeness swirling around my stomach was—I didn't have time to dwell on it.
I had a mission, having planned tonight with precision. Feed him. Relax his mood with music and conversation (avoiding anything work related) and then seduce him.
In that order!
Simple! Or at least I hoped. I mean, what could go wrong?
Looking down, the chiffon summer dress clung to my full curves effortlessly. The dusky pink colour enhanced the tone of smooth skin which I'd waxed, plucked and creamed—every reachable inch.
Tonight, had to be nothing short of amazing for our fourth wedding anniversary. Our daughter was spending the night at Janelle's, my best friend And with no distractions, we would have the entire night to ourselves.
And we needed this. Correction—I needed this.
Twirling my wedding ring between my fingers, I checked the wall clock again; five more minutes had passed.
My mobile. He could have tried to call. I left the dining room to find it. Ah, there you are. It sat wedged between a cushion and the arm of the sofa.
Nothing.
My smile dropped. But was instantly reinstated when I opened a message from Janelle, it appeared Ava had been baking as my daughter's hands, face and hair were covered in what I assumed was flour. I smiled looking out from the large bay window, greeted only by my huge flowering Prunus Triloba bushes and an empty driveway.
