C20 Beatrice's Jealousy
Beatrice stood at the window of the lavish sitting room, her manicured nails drumming against the cool glass as she watched Jack stride across the lawn toward my office. For the fourth time that week, he had gone to see me.
Her heart ached with a feeling she wouldn't identify. Jack didn't belong to her completely—but he had to meet her demands, something that no other man could: stability
