She picked the papers, staring at the report of her third miscarriage. The doctor still couldn’t tell what was wrong. But she had tried everything to make sure the pregnancy would come to term. It just wasn’t meant to be— Like her marriage to Adam.
There was a knock on the door. Jade cleaned the tears off her face. At least, they could still save the day. She hurried to the door with the doctor’s report. Only to see one of the many staff that worked at the Lamont Garden.
He stood on the porch, smiling at her as he handed a red rose that was nestled inside a black card with gold glittering text. “A gift from Mr. Lamont.”
Jade stared at the man like he had grown a second head. It was impossible for Adam to send her a red rose.
He pushed the card towards her. “Congratulations on your anniversary, Madam.”
“Where's my husband?”
She looked down the driveway that stretched to half the length of a football field, hoping to see his classy mini limo. But the only thing on the driveway beside the fountain was the delivery man’s bike.
“Miss Frances asked me to—”
“Take it back. Tell her to shove it.” Jade screamed, then slammed the door in the man's face.