Deborah handed the bag to Jackson, then reached out for a hug.
Jackson stepped back, cleared his throat, and gave her a look. He nodded his head toward Jordan, who was right there in the room.
“Jackson, are you okay?” she asked, ignoring his warning. “Did you catch a cold? I told you not to set the air conditioning so low, but you insisted on sixty-five degrees. I nearly froze to death. Now look at you, coughing already. You should see a doctor. And what’s with your eyes? Are you twitching?”
Jackson brushed away her hand before she could touch his face. He leaned in and whispered, “Jordan’s here.”
Deborah froze for a second, then quickly backed off. She turned and saw Jordan standing by the kitchenette, holding a glass of water. It was obvious he’d brought it for Jackson.
“Oh, Jordan, I didn’t see you there.” She gave an awkward little laugh.
She set the coffee and pastries on Jackson’s desk, then walked right over to Jordan and took the glass from him. Without hesitating, she took a sip, then brought it to Jackson.
“Here, Jackson. I drank it first. It’s just water, nothing weird. And if there was anything in it, I’d be the first to go.”
The room went tense. Jordan silently let out a breath, glad he hadn’t done anything to the drink. Jackson’s face clouded over, clearly annoyed by Deborah’s comment.
“Jordan, watch your mouth.” Jackson’s voice was sharp. “She’s your brother’s mother, not what you’re calling her. Our personal business isn’t for you to comment on. Go back to work.”
Jordan let out a cold laugh. “She knew you were married, Dad. She knew you had a family, and she still went after you. She broke up your marriage with Cynthia. She’s the other woman, and she’s not even ashamed about it. She’s lower than low.”
“Jackson...” Deborah’s voice trembled as she put on a hurt expression.
She looked at Jordan, her eyes wide and watery. “Jordan, you don’t understand. Your father was drunk that night. I tried to stop him. I never wanted any of this. I’ve suffered so much.”

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The readers' comments on the novel: After I Stopped Loving Him (Isabella and Ethan)
Author, please get your characters names right. You always messing them up!...
I wish Harold will win Isabella's heart. I was so sad when Isabela was taken for granted coldly and cruelly by her supposed to be husband, and trapped,mocked and humiliated non stop by Natalie. This was so cruel, both don't deserve Isabela' forgiveness I wish for a happy ending between Isabela and Harold, he has the right to be happy after the long wait....
Frankly, the story initially was going quite good and the pacing was just right. unfortunately after Ethan got the dream of his past life, the story has been going in circles. Ethan's spouting the same nonsense every time he sees Isabella, they both have same conversations over and over. The authors monologue too has been the same for almost 400 chapters. Irrespective of which character the writing the just a repetition of what someone had gone through in the past and what made a certain character feel the emotions. York got introduced in 800 chapters yet nothing significant happened till date. Isabella is soft with Harold and kind of disgusted with Ethan, yet it is not entirely clear with whom she might end up. If she stays single i am fine with it but the story is clearly about Isabella and Ethan so almost 1000 chapters without seeing any progress in their relationship is frustrating. Except for being blindly in love and few aggressive instances with Isabella, Ethan actually isnt a bad person so i am fine if he can win her back. Even though Harold is coming off as a good second lead, i am somehow unable to warm upto him. Even the bad people in the story are not really facing any real consequences. I hate Jackson for his hypocrisy. I hate Jordan and Natalie for their self-righteouness and selfishness. I also hate Deborah, except when she is handing it out to Natalie. I am almost on the verge of dropping this story....
Why are they acting like kids 🤣😭...
Ethan is actually not that bad if we take out his blind love for Natalie...