My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 A Peaceful Night

All men are the same, they think women should love a man with all of their heart, that a woman should be crying and cause a scene when they know the man she loves is going to marry another woman, to show the man that how much she loves him.

Lance suddenly swept me off the floor and carried me bridal style, I was surprised by his action so I circled my arms around the back of his neck tightly. He carried me to the third floor to the small movie theatre.

He put me on the carpet in the middle of the room and sat beside me. I had no idea what he wanted to do. He turned on his laptop and logged into his email, suddenly the picture of Tiffany Abel was projected on the large screen projection. She was wearing a wedding dress and holding a bouquet of white roses. She looks beautiful in the picture.

Was Lance out of his mind? Why was he showing the picture of his wife to his mistress? Did he think that he could trigger me with this picture?

The picture of Tiffany changed to another picture of Lance and Tiffany, they were smiling at each other. This was the first time I ever saw Lance Mason smile like that, he looks good.

Every picture that Lance showed me that night was good. The bride is beautiful and the groom is breathtakingly handsome. They were meant to be together.

“Is the wedding dress beautiful?” Lance asked me out of blue.

“Yes, your wife looks beautiful in it, just like an angel.” I said while looking at the large screen.

If Tiffany Abel was an angel, I must be a rotten meat with maggots all around me.

Lance Mason’s hand balled his hands into fists and released.

“You…..like it?” He asked me again.

“Every girl likes a beautiful wedding dress, so do you like it?” He added.

I buried my head in between my knees while looking at him, “You shouldn’t be asking your mistress this kind of question. What if I said I like it? I won’t be able to wear it. If I said no, will you be assuming that I am jealous of your wife?”

“Are you jealous then?” He asked me as soon as he heard what I said.

“Jealous of who?” played dumb.

“Tiffany Abel.” He said calmly.

I tilted my head up to look at the screen again and said sadly, “I will be lying if I said no. But that’s my fate.”

She has everything, and I had nothing. Why wouldn’t I be jealous?

“What are you jealous of?” He asked his mistress what she was jealous of over his wife. Was he in his right mind?

I was starting to be impatient, but it was not because he was going to marry Tiffany Abel tomorrow. I was sad and impatient to talk to him about his wife because Tiffany Abel is younger than me and the smile on her face was like a knife stabbing into my heart, I will never be able to smile like that again in my life.

How unfair was the world, God wasn’t being fair to me, what have I done to deserve this miserable life?

“What are you jealous of?” He asked again because I didn’t answer him.