Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 74

He wore a disgruntled expression, abruptly pulling back his hand, "Can't you watch your language?"

I bore into him with a penetrating gaze. "Is the truth so hard to swallow? Aren't they just a bunch of parasites? You're the only one working, even pouring our shared fortunes into their pockets. All they do is sit around and wait for their salary!"

Jaylan seemed taken aback, trying to form a rebuttal, but I cut him off, "I didn't invest in the company for them! Family is one thing, but you're going beyond that, Jaylan. Are you planning on turning this into a charity foundation? And now they're calling me a beggar. Have I ever begged from your family, Jaylan? Has the Dawson family ever contributed a single dime to Medsafe Liyah Inc.?"

I was straight forward, and confronted him head-on. I wouldn't be their pushover anymore.

Jaylan, sensing my rising anger, quickly attempted to soothe the situation. He wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning in to whisper in my ear, "Darling, I'm sorry. I overlooked things. But I thought we were talking about the kids?"

"So you think you're right about our kids?" I retorted.

Jaylan tried to laugh it off, "Come on, what could possibly go wrong with my mom looking after her grandson?"

I recoiled from his approaching figure, repulsed, "Your mom?"

"She can be the best grandma but she can't replace a father. He's your son! Aren't you concerned? Haven't you noticed Probert's behavior?" I asked pointedly, meeting his gaze. "If you're not paying attention to your own son, who are you paying attention to?"

Jaylan was stunned by my outburst, looking guilty, "What are you talking about? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You're so busy playing daddy to everyone else, you've forgotten about your own son. Lucky for me, my illness seems to be improving. If I was still sick, Probert might get sick too, just like me!"

"You're just making things up! When have I ever called anyone else my son! Stop being paranoid, Allie!" Jaylan's eyes flickered as he lay back, "You're right, I should pay more attention."

I voiced my concerns earnestly, "I think our son might have mild autism."

But this was a game of power, and I had to win for the safety of my children. If I lost, it would be a complete defeat.

I couldn't afford to give his mistress an inch. She had crossed a line, and I wouldn't let it go.

I was gambling on the fact that the Wilburn family still held value, that we were still a tempting piece of meat he hadn't sucked dry. Once that card lost its value, I'd be stuck, unable to turn the tables. So I had to go all in.

As long as we held value, I could break this stalemate, and that was my only chance to win.

From the moment I unintentionally took back Probert, I knew that while my life didn't matter, my children had to escape from this trap they had set.

So I stood my ground, refusing to back down. I couldn't afford to lose my momentum.